Is it a She?A Poem by Vampaslick
Very few walk this path of old,
Sheltered and preserved like the Colassal of Rhodes. Hiding and sticking to the main street, No courage to try new earth beneath their feet. Men is a race of followers, No leaders in the running. Hiding behind words already spoken, Afraid of the others' shunning. But soon with all this war and fighting, Mankind will need someone to take charge, A chosen one, a man with cunning, To convince this world to call him "Sarge". When will he come? When will we see? Where is this man...or is it a she?
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