MY BATTLEFIELD SHIELD

For Aneurine

By Tikum Mbah Azonga

Why do I often seem wrong?
Too often I'm cut short
Cut off and silenced
I'm blamed even when right
I'm gagged
Persecuted
Misunderstood.

Yet, of the ladder I know every rung
I don't need an escort
My voice can also be strident
I'm quicksilver and light
Henceforth,with the Lord as my rear guard
I'll be proactive, agressive and elated
I'll spit fire and feed everyone with food.

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