THE WAR WE CAN'T WIN

by Akerele1 Segun22   Apr 26, 2012


In the war against the gods .I hold a sword gallantly in my hand .With a burning desire to mark the plain .But i behold no adversary to stab .Yet the scene is hot and blood is flowing away from the vein. .How i wish i hold the triumph .Forging the hot iron into the desired shape .Making the pillar my personage carrier .For the boulevard seems trekking barefoot .Though not ignorant of the gods' sovereignty, .I feature in this under ardour's intoxication .Thus willing to prolong the evanescence of our fugitive flower .But the odyssey of this farthingale has been told .Therefore the runners are oedipus .My sword i return to sheath under no amnesty .For whichever path we trek, the gods will always have their ways.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Yrem Crish

    Your work is nice..but it is nicest if you write in poem form...to appreciate it better...however, over all..it is good work, i enjoyed reading your work..very emotional and the words are powerful...keep writing more..god bless