Me Against Them Poem by Ima Ryma

I told army of mine, 'We fight.'
I would not bear the thought that they
Would conquer me, so day and night,
We would keep fighting night and day.
My army was well trained by me,
Though theirs be bigger, better armed.
My surrender would never be.
When told, my army seemed alarmed
That I would not give into them.
Fear in the eyes, army of mine,
Such doubt in me, I did condemn.
I screamed that we must hold the line.

I screamed to all of mine, 'Fight on, '
But saw that all of mine were gone.