Like an Army


We arose and stood-in from the General
our spirit tied with his in this form of ritual.

My heart is clad in my hands
the commander whispers a trembling tune
my body shivers
for God is with us
his words and his thoughts-they comfort me.

No barrels, no armour
but we chant praises and reminders
of his will, his ways!
And as his poem is said to my ears
my mind wandered so.

Words so touching
my heart melts
parade so uniform
my body quicks
and a heart full of wishes
makes me sober
for in form of who i am
He sees my in and out.

This battle is won
for as we sit
we bless to our right and left
a prayer of naught else but peace!

By Tayo Tella


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