Twice in seven minutes he went to war,
Pulling out of prison is not a joke.
It's easy to get help when you don't withdraw,
For a man needs forgiveness from a heart on top.
How could he tell it when the net was low,
Catching a new feeling from moods ignored,
In two pieces of silver on a fist in brawls,
With another man's beard on an empty draw.
He kept flinching noises in hope to slay,
Those little voices that the heart betrays,
War is an ally when you don't withdraw,
For after seven battered minutes, you lose control.
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July 3, 2020
Nairobi, Lockdown
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