Tough Poem by Mogare Nyamoko

A moment once I was,
A survivor in the world of war.
Fought endlessly nakedly without aid.
A victor I wanted to be.
Thought I was the only one fighting.

Those with experience teared my skin,
With sharp hard Spears,
My blood kissed there blades in excitement
Bleeding and pleading for forgiveness.
A victor I wanted to be,
Thought I was the only one fighting.

A crushed heart healed,
Beckoning for revenge.
Now with experience
And unhealed scars,
I run into the battlefield
Ready for victory but
A shameful defeat I get.