Warrior Poet

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Knowing of my love for your people
Would you one day hang me
Under an old oak tree
Laughing off my swinging corpse
As the way things should be?
I wear my love
As a badge of courage
Though I have been discouraged
And crucified before.
I will show you
Nail marks on the palms of my hands
The wounds have healed now
But my blood still soaks arid sands,
Watering them with my despair
Because I was knave enough to care.
I am a shepherd of the field
I dine on what my prayers can yield.
I have no weapons to kill
If you will…
No guns or bows and arrows
Bear I…I walk upon the narrow
Streets and still waters
Fishing for men who believe,
For I grieve…
Your sorrow has become mine
And my eyes shine
With a light that blazes
A passageway through tomorrow.
I am a warrior-poet…
I fight battles with words
Which fly as strange birds
Into the darkness.

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