I, I AM AN ARMY,
I stand against the enemy,
those who come to destroy me.
I stand in the firing line,
weapons in hand, bravado style.
They come; they come from all over.
They come from India and from Africa.
They come; they come from right here.
They come from underground, right there,
They come through tunnels, no fear.
I, I am an Army,
I stand against the enemy,
those who come to destroy me.
I stand in the firing line,
weapons in hand, bravado style.
I stand Alone
against the millions I face,
but God keeping communication at the base.
And I attack with full force,
unmindful of my life to be lost,
but found on immortal shores,
it's like the more they kill me
the more I live ever more.
I, I am an Army,
I stand against the enemy,
those who come to destroy me.
I stand in the firing line,
weapons in hand, bravado style.
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the more I live ever more, good poem, thanks, I invite you to read my poems and comment.