Lit Mag: Poetry

Day 551, 18:07 Published in USA USA by masia

some poetry from me

Militants

An army of one,
We all know is true.
Till the war is won,
We all carry through.
In the rafters,
Sit the drafters,
And behind a desk,
Sit the rest.
So why an army of one,
Why not two or three?
It's so the deed can be done,
So that we can all be free.