A Troubled Mind... Poem by Uwakwe Uchechkwu

At times
I saddle my horse, mount on it
and ride
away into the dark in a swift
to thought-land
In search to find myself a self

I wonder in wander
Of what my tales shall be
Of what tales i sha tell my kids
in years to come
When the aged lines draw upon the shores
of my face

Shall i tell them
Of tales filled with echoes of
canon shots, war cries, war crimes
and sights of lifeless bodies
fueled by the misdeeds of the 'saints'?

Shall i tell them
Of this uncanny tales
tapped out from the mountain's frost
in these times when human love is freezing
at a point
Locked away and in guard by the
angry looking eyes of the hungry wolves
Who gnaw their teeths
And hunt at the masters command?