that time when you need not
anyone to remind you,
you have to fight for the guitar.
they have played it and
been calling the shots!
danced for their tunes and
mended those wounds by their guns!
they keep on playing,
they keep on shooting!
drowning this voice that keeps on intruding " TAKE THAT GUITAR"
I know its your voice mother!
but why won't you say it louder?
are these tears in your eyes overshadowing your voice?
are these guns shooting down your
weight? or are these guitars playing too hard on your soul?
tell me mother? why are you quiet?
let them play hard mother.
Their strings break. then,
I'll take that guitar mother.
I'll uplift your soul when
I reinstate a new system,
playing the guitar to avenge your pain.
soft as your kiss I'll play,
so my strings last to infinity
as I keep on playing.
cry no more mother
for, you gave birth to me.
©crawley
C