When seeing them holding sticks or blades,
Know it today and ever that they're soulless.
Son, don't forget they put chains
Around their shoulders
And speaks horror.
If you notice all I say today, bear it in mind that
They are the soulless.
Do they laugh?
Not even a glance?
And their look squeeze life from the suckling,
A mark of their making.
Ne'er you go myopic to see them as soulless.
But one thing is paramount
And, thus makes me happy.
When you sight the soulless,
Ne'er you look buried, for there was
And is a bleeding pen,
For the unruly soulless.
Don't forget to tell those above and below,
Ink is mine and yours,
Ne'er will it cease flowing.
Soulless sow less and shall reap less,
And to them is:
Pen is mightier than sword.
Penned by
*Udekwe Chikadibia Johnmary*
*©Jeomen*
One of my first five poems.
*Copyright* 2016.