This That War Poem by Ayandare Mayowa

This that war,
All must fight,
Unfortunately, all can’t win,
For most’s weapon are carnal.

This that war,
You can’t afford to be passive and weak,
Tossing, changing sides on your bed,
Won only by vigilance and constant supplication.

This that war,
Won not by fidgeting and murmuring,
Striking deals with Assyria and the Amorites,
But by steadfast worship and praise of Jehovah.

This that war,
Won not by expertise and strategy,
Lying in wait, seeking opponent’s weak points,
Won only by heading to instructions.

This that war,
You need neither sword nor shield,
Thousands of men, chariots of horses,
But, for those who` on their knees will tarry.

This that war,
Reserved not for flesh and blood,
Quick hands and swift feet,
Won only by the invisible sword of Michael and co.

This that war,
Not for the mighty and strong,
Noble and fearless knights,
Reserved only for the meek, and those who acknowledge they are by themselves weak.