HOW TO DIE.

Today I asked father how to die.
He led the way to the shade behind the house
With a red scarf strapped around his neck
And a chewing stick finding freedom in his mouth,
Then he said;
Son, to die,

i
Loud the peace painted within the walls of your home to brethren.
Thus, confusion would creep in like the gecko
Making your heart find home apart from yours.
Bit by bit... You die.

ii
Become not a patriotic citizen.
For silent then must you become when crisis sprouts
As you've being earlier,
Thus, making your mind & soul agitated,
Trying to break through their chambers.
Bit by bit... You die.

iii
Seek not knowledge.
This is suicide!

iv
Suspend your love in the air
Finding home elsewhere than your woman's heart.
She becomes hurt, then she cries...
Every tear drop represents your blood
Splattered in bits unto life's cross.

Father concluded;
Son, this is the way to DIE.

I am Emmanuel
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