Weapons Of Words Poem by Yemi Amoo

Mr. big but so little inside
Got fat and fed on some fries
Until one day he picked the wrong fight
Thinking everything is by strength and might

So they came to the square before midnight
While the villages gathered to watch in delight
They warmed up, jumped up, ready to decide
I pitty the man that will go home today without his pride

And so they twisted and turned the knife
Right into each other with such vicious slight
...indeed an ugly sight
But then again what is life without some trick of the mind

Enough of gun fights
Tonight let's kill some dude with words and spite
Brace up, cause only the strong will survive

A weakness for words and people's opinion is surely a faster way to die.