Poetry : ONWARD POET SOLDIERS
ONWARD POET SOLDIERS
Thought I am the greatest poet who has got a pen of gold
thought I've got best of muses from the gods that makes me mature and bold.
Thought I could weigh up the swing,
But I found another gliding that gave my thoughts a fling!
Onward poet soldiers, writing on to war,
With the cross of mankind bear upon us and those before!
Thought I'm the best poet who could sway his thoughts down the coast and the shores of the sea,
My thoughts bleat as I walk round the beach,
In awe I stood with my thinking thoughts that popped out of my reach!
Onward poet soldiers, writing on to war,
With the cross of mankind, bear upon us and those before!
Thought my mind and heart I own,
Never knew I'm just a drone and clone!
Thought I'm a poet in charge of my heat and cold,
But I realised emotions has duped me as I was pitifully told!
Onward poet soldiers, writing on to war,
With the cross of mankind, bear upon us and those before!
"what good or worse thou hath done ye rebels of emotion? "
Even as I walked my thoughts through the subway of perfection.
I thought I'm a living poet who write to please my heart and mind,
Nay! I heard a whisper "what of mankind?"
Onward poet soldiers, writing on to war,
With the cross of mankind, bear upon us and those before!
I put my thoughts down in search of a port in the storm,
My confidence bleeds as who I truly am is yet to come!
I put down who and what I am with utmost thrill,
Climbing up the stairs of emotion was no better than up the verdant of hill.
Onward poet soldiers, writing on to war,
With the cross of mankind, bear upon us and those before!
Give me a pen and not a gun,
And onto war I'd be gone.
On to bomber jet of hopes I fly,
I'd tell my loved ones I'm at war and not to cry.
Onward poet soldiers, writing on to war,
With the cross of mankind, bear upon us and those before!
Thought I was the best poet who's got a pen of gold,
But i realise I'm just a million man weary and whose thought is blur and old!
Where my emotions bleeds, could my golden pen be of use?
Or am I losing my grip on the gods that gives me the muse?
Onward poet soldiers, writing on to war,
With the cross of mankind, bear upon us and those before!
WRITER: ADESHILE, Adekolajo Theophilus
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