Though we're not armed with swords and spear..
Neither do we have clubs and staves..
Though we can't calm the waves

We're warrior..
We're armed with abilty to cook words that kills faster than bullets..
Our hearts are soft as millet..
But our mind can cure cancer..
And heal ulcering wounds

We're warriors..
From the south south of pretoria..
Running from the west side of Nigeria..
To the calm nerves of lake victoria

We're warrior..
Armed with a pen and a book..
Yet we can chain the hearts of men..
And enslave the consciousness of humanity

We're warrior..
With the body of men..
But the hands of gods..
We can cook alphabets..
And watch them
feed five thousands

We're warriors,
humble in heart..
But excellent in the art..
We're quicksands..
That can sink a hardened soul..
And make sick men whole

Written by @Josediccus

1/9/2018

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Note

This poem is an exhaltation of the ability of words over metals, it shows the true nature of a writer expecially a poet.