Life Is A Battle Ground Poem by Tendekai Mugonda

This anger of rejection is working in the mind,
more than the danger of a battle ground.
Life aims on the wrong target yet the goals,
are finished as the ammunition round.
One cannot be sure of the true colours as everything appears,
to be camouflage.
Yet it's all clear to them who safeguard every step like,
watch tower light flash.
Sometimes caution is needed as you crawl in every situation,
since some conditions can be sharp like barbed wire.
Some get gratification in crushing others down under in mucky circumstances,
like a jeep tyre.
Yet life is nothing but a time bomb ready to explode any minute like a grenade.
Our thoughts have imprisoned us instead to protect us in a wisdom brigade.
Barricading our dreams we need to declare a psychological war.
Sometimes one should raise his faith above like a flag on a pole.

Death is a waiting on life to perform a coup.
Sometimes we hear death noise like an approaching
sound of a decibel of a horse shoe.
The man head is more than a cranium but also a,
protector of memories as a battalion.
Yet it has become a penitentiary instead of a,
garrison.
Sorrow is stabbing life longevity encouraging depression,
as a dagger.
At the closing of these curtains everything goes down,
like landing of an apache helicopter.
It will not go down without a crush like landing of a army parachute.
Life's end is precise like the aim of a sniper rifle shoot.