BATTLEFIELD

 This eyes have born testimonies of numerous battles.

And though forth behind screen's I have seen men of different sizes collide.

some find strength in their numbers.

since most times they have alrady won the fight in the myopic mind's of the minority members

even before the battle began.

Some find strength in the quantity and variety of weapons, 

probably clubs or Canon balls contained in their arsenal

so the other part of the field decorated with more of these end up with a trophy if it were a game.

Some find strength in their gods- from the illusions created by the created

where his lifeless creation is been equated with the Creator of Life;

an ungodly thing wearing a godly attribute - the only crime personification ever committed.

Still yet some others find strength in their God.

I mean the Big God with a BIG "G" and let's just put a full stop there cos no permutation of the letters of the alphabets that can perfectly describe Him.

But whichever be the case these men,

as though being brainwashed

find purpose in hanging their lives on the thin line between Life and death.

And they just remind me of me.

and the battle am in right now.

Actually all my Life I've been fighting.

life itself my biggest Battlefield in which is contained smaller segments of different battles, usually against someone or something - an opposition either visible or invisible.

But same life has taught me that every battle has an invisible battlefield and if void of my presence then vain is my fight.

So when I see battalions of troubles and heartaches on the other end of the field I know who to face

When I hear the war cry from stagnation and frustration, I know how to respond.

And if this were to be one those battles fought behind screen's

I would have accepted your offr of some carefully selected AMMUNITION'S but... am not fighting against flesh and blood.

So I bring no jack-knife🔪 to a fire🔥 fight.

For the weapons of my warfare ae mouth-breath fire🔥 ball's fuelled by the Oil on my head.

Cause for us with the chest that bears the crest of our God with the big "G" we fight with our lip's,

on our knee's, our forward is downward.

So at the sound of the horns his my position be.

suited with the full Armor I remind the enemy if his place.

well,

only because I know his place.

So perish I not on this battlefield

for as the forehead of the heathen's are scarred by their devotion so should our knee's.

You can call us crazy - like a pair of tattered jeans

Cus that is what Warriors in this Army look like in this battlefield.

You see, desperate people do desperate thing's and desperate thing's can be crazy thing's.

AND ONLY THOSE WHO ARE AS DESPERATE AS WE ARE CAN DO A THING AS CRAZY AS FIGHTING THESE BATTLE ON THEIR KNEES.