RebelsA Poem by Michael Opoku-Addo
Leaving a friends house on a Saturday night,
I was in a good mood, no need for a fight, but an enemy of mine shows up with an evil smile, someone I hadn't seen in a while. It was clear what he wanted, his smile wasn't friendly, it was evil, sinister, definitely costly of my time, I just wanted to go home but this guy had the time and the freedom to roam. He stepped in my way and said, "where are you going?" I said, "Going home, it's cold, it's already started snowing." He looked up at the sky, but looked down at his hair, he saw me and stood gobsmacked, standing there. He couldn't believe I had just insulted him, he thought about tearing me apart, limb from limb. He didn't know that I was not afraid of the threats he next made, and I was not afraid of sending him to first aid. Despite his age I was going to fight him, I wasn't going to play dirty, bite him, but I'd make sure he wouldn't fight me again, i'm not violent, I'm just a fighter of men, real men, not just 18 year old boys, who only crazy, drunk people employ, also nice, giving people with good hearts could give ex-rebels a job at shopping marts. In conclusion, fight back against the rebels without jobs like people fight when they're forming angry mobs. Do not succumb to their overpowering force, if you stand up and fight, there will be no remorse but rejoice, that you have fought for your right to live on this Earth, that is worth the fight.
© 2012 Michael Opoku-AddoAuthor's Note
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