The Bitter Warrior Poem by AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ

The bitter warrior






Let's talk about it,
Here, in my sanctuary.
For, all I know is peace,
Unless you want my corpse,
Then, we both merry in the mortuary.
This weirdness will wreck us,
Please, let's talk about it.
I'm all over myself now,
To paint this terrain blood!
That's all I want now and morrow.
Don't plead me, worry not about me,
The battlefield has been drawn boldly!
And in it, I shall breathe well again.
Fear has fled far from my heart,
Tears dried its well days ago,
Shivering took off to the ancient...
The body you see, is not of me,
Now is the time for the fight,
I can't let them enslave us!
My salivary glands are sore,
I'm against slavery, freedom is life.
Shapeless as their weapons be,
I have watched their rants enough.
Unchallengeable, so shall I stand.
So let this fierce fire face me,
All these soldiers I see!
I shall behead them all,
I shall feed their loads to the sea
And victory will ride me so cheerful.







©Author Kelly JUUZ
(A salient prolific author...)
31/08 /2018
01: 14AM