The Sword
Sword owned by us but indirectly pointed at us.
We feel like we have what it takes to overcome but indirectly setting pass for our own destruction.
Seeing our opponents, ready to fight only to realize that our own sword is pointed directly at us.
Should we still fight, give up, or turn the face of the sword?
Our own sword now hunt us and we are left in confusion.
The sword meant to defend us is now against us.
Edith Nornubari
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 04/30/2026
Poet's note: This the reflection of what the Ogoni people face.
Their crude oil that was meant for their benefit is the problem they are having.
The copyright of the poems published here are belong to their poets.
Internetpoem.com is a non-profit poetry portal. All information in here has been published only for educational and informational purposes.