Army Poem by mark anthony st. rose

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.