I WILL NOT FORGET
From years past,
You've been treated badly.
You look at me with disdain daily.
You steal my wealth
And extort my penny.
You drain my strength
And blur my vision.
Still, I kept quiet,
But you derive pleasure in your endless wickedness.
You stretch me by and by
Till I pecked the wall.
Just because I want my peace
And to make my intentions known to your deaf ears.
I sat by and care not to wander nor wonder why.
You waited for dusk to come
To lay your lethal ambush
And then you attacked harmless me
With your armed self,
Making me groan in my own pool of blood.
I am not afraid!
I am not a coward!
I will not forget!
I will come back!
My back turn
Is not a will to surrender.
Know this assuredly,
I will attack for my defence
War is peace,
Death is life.
Lekan Malik
About The Poet
Lekan Malik is a poet, story writer and learned editor. He is the founder of Citadel of the Literati.
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