Of Armies and Men.

Some things stick much better when glued to a smoother surface.

One morning I woke up and I had a letter by my side.


The contents speaking of a trial in the army.


Now look at me,


I cannot take off my armour,


I cannot sleep neither can I dream,


I cannot lay my blades down,


I cannot take a bath!


I have to watch.


Through the night and crashing down the day,


Like a sunflower with no seeds, no oil!


Like a sunflower who hates the Sun.


Like the sea without creatures and waves and tides.


But I have to pass the trial.


Let me watch.


Not an anxious wait


When the test pops will I be ready?


I will be.


My blades will be ready.


But the arms, the muscles?


Because I want a place in the army.


Not because I do not belong.


Not because I went wrong


Regardless,


I am the Army man!

~Koome Manyara~

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