Way To Damascus
On my long way to that
strange land
I cross sword with much
a hand
And smiles I meet of
many forms
But still I pull myself through
storms.
For here in me I put my trust
That is, beside the God I
must
For I will neither wreck my
heart
Nor tear my troubled soul
apart
With lies or suicidal attempt
Abuse, assault, or self
contempt.
To me, therefore, do I
belong
Alone, therefore, would I be
strong
For who would tell the tale
but me?
So how indeed would foes
defeat
A hard to crack a nut as me?
And if they know not how to
beat
And sack a castle high as me
Won't they retreat and let
me be
Or bow to me in fetish glee?
War is rot and peace is not
Till the horn sounds I'll
weave my plot
To crippled fate I cast my lot
Atop two stones I keep my
pot.
Copyright © Esson Alumbugu | Year Posted 2011
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