The Soldier and the Poet
By the roadside sat two men
One a soldier and the other a poet
One a warrior among men,
The other a warrior of the pen
One sculpted by war,
The other, by horrors of the soul
Each had fought a war.
For their souls
One had killed in jungles cold.
The other in pages cold
Each to save their soul.
These warriors of old
Sat by that road
Where it got clammy and cold
Each in their own thoughts
Each recounting days gone.
When their souls were lost
One to the gun
The other to the pen
But don’t think the poet a lesser man.
For as a boy he became a man
The pages were real death.
Forced to kill those ugly men that took his soul.
It was just a dynamite stick.
And the fuse went boom!!
No more turns
Or being passed around like a cigarette by those men.
There was just no more cigarette-smoke breath.
And don’t think the soldier,
Anything less
They were just orders.
“Kill them!”
It was just war.
“Kill them!”
The enemy must learn,
Here we mean business.
So, the two warriors
Sat side by side
And stared blankly,
Across the cold dreary road
And in the distance
A storm cloud formed,
Then sudden thunder.
Each warrior ducked.
Copyright © Marugu Mo | Year Posted 2023
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