Revolutionary Storm

By Soibi Ransom

My hands are broken
My feet bruised
My face has a remarkable scar
My heart gushes out blood.

My waist sprained
My ankle pierced with a pin
My struggles are breathtaking
Challenges stare at me.

My ways are right
My path is fair
My name tells goodness
But I have not been exempted from troubles.

I am a lion
Who no longer lives in the den
My roar has been subdued by arrows.

But I have improved
I swim like a fish when I face waters
I dive like a goalie to clinch opportunity
I run like a cheetah for success.

My eyes are alert at night
They see clearly in the dark
Terror beats around my home
Thunder rumbling in my balcony
Lighting flashes across my window.

But I have always been strong
Strong that the world thinks I have no wounds
I play through pain
My hemorrhage is as red as palm oil
But I stand where others clearly fell flat.

I have been prolific even in adversity
Magnanimous in defeat
My heart does not shrink
It remains as broad as width
My goals remain as long as length.

With a gun in my face
I did not relinquish my dreams
I fought to live it
To be
Where I am destined to rule.

The enemy whispered
You cannot withstand the storm
I replied
I am a storm
Tougher than you thought.

I have been made of iron
My feet is now covered with bronze
My eyes flash fire
My mouth as sharp as a sword.

I have no kingdom
Yet I am more than a king
I will rule many kingdoms by proxy
I had conquer nations.



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