Enlisted
A troop matching,
climbing the cliffs ready in arms,
Guns in gaunt and bayonets fixed.
armoured tanks in rows.
Arrows and terrors like darts,
enraged for the kill.
is this a war?
Yes,
Life a battlefield,
from cradle to the grave a warfare sealed.
to resign to fate, without a fight?
Never,
with tremendous Cheer,
at once to arm.
The sword and the spirit in continuous combat,
only the quickened can see,
through lenses once dead,
now revived.
Copyright © Oluseyi Akinbami | Year Posted 2022
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