Written by: James T. Abel Adesitimi
You’re trained to be a soldier,
But I was born a soldier
You fight with gun,
I fight with pen
Your battlefield is right there
Where eyes can see the strife
But mine, is in the darkest
Of the sinister’s minds
You resume warfront
At the loud gong of war
But I am always here,
For war never ends
You are a soldier, likewise I am!
You’re the errand of the law,
I am a bullet to busy trigger
Of my muse: her daily errands
One dares not refuse
Thus, respect my valiant pen,
And I’ll regard your gun too
For parts of our life duties
Wear the same uniform
–Deeprows Poetry
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