A Prodigal Soldier of Words

I am a prodigal Son of a gun Who fears nothing under the Sun I am a brave and defiant soldier I am a peaceful gladiator My pencil is my substitute sword My pen is my deadly weapon I write one word at a time, one word Which can destroy their plan My pen is like a machine gun An M16, which spits with a lot of fun The words, the poems, the bullets The rhymes, the truth and the pellets I am not a namby-pamby, a yellowbelly prisoner Because my mind is free My mind is free like the air I have a brain that no one, nobody Can conceivably control. I am a free Man I am a Soldier who carries a pen As a deadly, unprofaned and dangerous weapon. Copyright © September 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.