I was born not with a sword, but a quill in my hand,
a warrior of verse not bringing death,
but be aware that my quill is sharp indeed.

My war is not of blood and steel but fought in the
audacity to let my words flow to where
the battles are bloody and most intense.

I am a warrior, though my battles bear no scars,
for my battles are in the quiet hum of thought
and the loud insistent cry of protest.

I wield the quill of verse, tempered in the fires of truth,
and I am protected by the shield of metaphor
in the battle arena of the written word.

I am a poet activist, a warrior for the cause of humanity,
and in my words the sword is raised up ready
to strike down falsity, injustice, fear and ignorance.

 

28/5/2023