A Bad Poem Called Uniformed Madness



That I am holding a gun
To your head
Does not make me right;
That I can pull the trigger
Does not make me the Maker

There is a gun
No one can hold;
There is a trigger
No one can pull!
Look for it and know it!

The uniform is not worn to frighten
But to give hope;
No good soldier conquers
His community to answer "general."

Return
Not kill your land
But to heal it.

By

Obododimma Oha.

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