Warrior Poet

Knowing of my love for your people
Would you one day hang me
Under an old oak tree
Laughing off my swinging corpse
As the way things should be?
I wear my love
As a badge of courage
Though I have been discouraged
And crucified before.
I will show you
Nail marks on the palms of my hands
The wounds have healed now
But my blood still soaks arid sands,
Watering them with my despair
Because I was knave enough to care.
I am a shepherd of the field
I dine on what my prayers can yield.
I have no weapons to kill
If you will…
No guns or bows and arrows
Bear I…I walk upon the narrow
Streets and still waters
Fishing for men who believe,
For I grieve…
Your sorrow has become mine
And my eyes shine
With a light that blazes
A passageway through tomorrow.
I am a warrior-poet…
I fight battles with words
Which fly as strange birds
Into the darkness.