Uncle Joe Poem by Folayemi Akande

It was solemn after uncle Joe was gone
He did not die along with his darling gun
It was dearest as if was going to war
But all they had in his time was music tour.

He got a uniform, took it all serious
To discourage him would be so injurious
His gun never wept the tears of battle-fret
His uniform did not taste the red, thick sweat.

But dear uncle Joe was never a coward
Had some domestic wars moving him onward.
Now, uncle Joe's gun is in his sharp-spine mouth
He could fight the cold war till the sun goes South.

It's just dear Joe with his mouth loud as war screams
The scent of war will be perceived in his dreams.