4: the children.

the children wont stop dancing
in my head
asking 'mama when daddy comin home?'
they spinning their locks
heart beating with the air drum
asking 'mama why you fall in love with a martyr?'
a man so sinful yet righteous willing
to be john himself
for the people
decapitated
he did once love salome.
mama wake up daddy will never come home
he is gone.
our son with solemn eyes and
intentional words stops dancing
and stares at the children
states, 'the revolution requires us to take up arms'
they all link theirs. palms sweaty.
'daddy aint comin back yall'
the children cry.
he aint comin back.

im ok with that.