My Harmless Hammer Poem by Fred Nwaozor

My Harmless Hammer



They fired me,
I resisted the fire.

I hammered them,
They encountered harm.

Theirs,
The irresistible bullet.

Mine,
The cartridge of
My harmless pen.

Brethren,
The irresistible,
Wow, was resistible!

The harmless,
Oh, so harmful!

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