The warrior

by Linda Bansil


Worry you are
worry worry not
worry not a warrior


bleed him not
he has blood in his face
his hair
he has blood 
everywhere


blood is running
in his fingers
with this he paints
an anger of a hundred years
he writes what you fear


You can't bury him in a crater
he has war
it is his mother


Worry you are
worry worry not
worry not a warrior


don't teach him how to cry
blood flows in his eyes
bleed him not
he has blood in his face
his hair
he has blood 
everywhere