POEM: Between Indecision | Isah Bala
Like fugitive warriors,
lost between suicide and heroic death
Death will end the indecision no doubt
Why then should we be afraid to dust the dust of life?
Like a valueless stone sharpened into celebrated treasure.
Why should we doubt the rebuilding of lost moments?
Handful are carved for nothing but good-luck
Good-luck is seldomly heard in the journey of many
Like a fatherless father, laughing his yesterdays
Like an ambushed armless soldiers,
Yet, death is not an option
Like a Syrian child, growing with horrific carnage of kindred
Yet, death is not an option
Like a rape victim, growing with the horrific dark-days
Yet, death is not an option
Like a childless woman, struggling in African society
Yet, death is not option
Yet, travails can't impede the joy, the self-happiness
Yet, you are dying of unfulfilled perching order
No! Between indecision is a decision
You own the happiness
Travails can't steal my joy, your joy
lost between suicide and heroic death
Death will end the indecision no doubt
Why then should we be afraid to dust the dust of life?
Like a valueless stone sharpened into celebrated treasure.
Why should we doubt the rebuilding of lost moments?
Handful are carved for nothing but good-luck
Good-luck is seldomly heard in the journey of many
Like a fatherless father, laughing his yesterdays
Like an ambushed armless soldiers,
Yet, death is not an option
Like a Syrian child, growing with horrific carnage of kindred
Yet, death is not an option
Like a rape victim, growing with the horrific dark-days
Yet, death is not an option
Like a childless woman, struggling in African society
Yet, death is not option
Yet, travails can't impede the joy, the self-happiness
Yet, you are dying of unfulfilled perching order
No! Between indecision is a decision
You own the happiness
Travails can't steal my joy, your joy
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