Our Blade
One of the freely
bestowed
ingredients,
Existing thickly
within
the solid formation,
Brought out, after a
boring exercise,
And seperated from
its
siblings.
It is stretched long
in
distances,
Prior to measured
reduced divisions;
Then comes the
adjustments to
classes
Of designs; sharp
opposite blunt.
Used in both internal
and external
Arenas - performing
required tasks.
It floats with calm in
light and dark grips -
Willingly adhering to
any
outlined order.
It's quite famous for
ending flesh;
Whether it be that of
the articulate
Or the asinine;
spelling
out, in loud
Terms, its
availability
as the royal slave.
It's been branded
more of a woman's
tool -
Though used more
effectively by a man,
In settling scores on
the battle field,
Or spinning final
silence
in a dark alley.
Its resourcefulness
goes on all points,
In diving up,
heading
down, and swaying
sides;
Playing out its grand
role of putting
asunder,
And finding slits or
gaps
in movements of red.
Ikenna C. Igwe
Copyright © Ikenna Igwe | Year Posted 2013
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