Stop belittling his might!
You’re trained to be a soldier!
He’s born a gallant soldier;
With array of wordy weaponry.
You fire gun, he swords with pen
Your battlefield is only right here,
Where all eyes can see the strife
But his, is both here, and there, in –
The darkest minds of tainted souls
You resume your war office
At the loud whistle of war
But he’s always here,
For war has no break
You are a soldier, so also he’s
You’re the errand of the law,
He’s the colonel of
The decrees of his muse
Thus, respect his powerful pen,
And he’ll regard your gun too
For respect, they say,
Written by: James T. Abel Adesitimi
Photo Credit: Author Donna Dee
“Let’s share this poem for the whole world to see and know that poets too are meant to be respected”.