Loaded ammunition,
With hands praying to be steady.
Vigilant in action,
But still staying war-ready.
With a closed armoury
filled with endless rounds,
I wrestle the devil’s army
and hold my ground.
I provoke my mind with thoughts-
ones that question the art of war
like the closed mouth paradox-
hidden artillery that keeps the foes far.
Like Goliath’s weaponry
and David’s sling and stone
It is not the strength of artillery,
But the grace of the soldier who holds.
Wordsbykenaniah 