All The World's An Amphitheater Poem by Akachukwu Lekwauwa

All the world is an amphitheater,
In it's bowl dwell men and women,
Some choose the seats,
Others, the stand;
Some choose the combat zone,
While others cheered
They combat;
Some choose flute and harp
Others drum away.

There was a man
Well-known to me,
Who chose, a shied of faith
And wielded a two-edged courage;
While many were spectators,
He was a gladiator;
Amid the arena fought he
Even death to a standstill.