Pain-Phobic Poem by David N. Munene

You said I could endure
But I am not sure
For though I am willing to fight
I fear pain’s sight
So much that I cannot hurt
Neither stand by to be hurt

Thank you for the gun
The ammunition
The grenade
But I haven’t attained that grade
That cuts proudly with blade
Call me not a coward
For looking backward
At the enemy you shot;
Whose life you cut short
Like do vexed tigresses
When prey transgresses

Aye, we all came to war
We all are soldiers at par
But ours are different:
The reasons
The reasoning
You came to carve a hero
I came to offer the hurt a pillow
Your gun is your strength
Mine’s a weakness at length
You came to fight
I came to make it right
You seek victory
I feel sorry
That we haven’t peace as yet
No wonder I am pain-phobic