The Shield Is His
Shield of great representation,
Captain America must be proud.
Built to fight off all mutations,
Fear, is in the eyes of the crowd.
Red, blue, white and steel,
enemies' fail to duplicate thee.
Often times, they are made to kneel,
others evacuate, vanish or flee.
It bares no solid competition,
no sword comes close to compare.
Its speed bears unlimited conditions,
made for its owner, exclusively rare.
12 July 2022
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori
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