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My shield

My shield My shield was stripped asunder In bloody strokes as I scream and thunder For the world would now see A naked-ness not wanted by me How could I be so alone and bare When the world just stands and stares While I gather together what’s left To salve my wounds and bind my breast So what of a saviour in how I toil Do I plead for forgiveness as I broil Or will my foe be sated with my blood As I stand naked bleeding in the mud. © Paul Warren Poetry

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