The Ways Of Men Poem by Precious U.

Words they say are weapons of war,
Mine fails as the day doth draw,
The hour the brave's are written on rocks,
I cower and duck and sat on my cock..

When men were made in dusty Ash,
With breastplate of gold and silky sash,
Among the shadows I be found,
A wounded hound, chained and bound..

For the weak are returned to the earth,
But the earth spat out the cursed soul,
That unto time he be made,
Brave and without a pint of shade..

And let them say I the braveheart,
The warrior made of a Achilles heel,
Let thy weakness be thy strength,
For these are the ways of men.