Poetry Break

TWO SIDES

The blade is born for fire and blood.

A trained hand pulls victory from mud.

Sharp and steel trained for war.

Been to every distant ungrateful shore.

To counter the shield was made to block.

For violence to him was unwanted and all for not.

Keeping back the battle and guarding from bad.

And feelings for him were the opposite of mad.

A sword and a shield both metal and strong

Both are needed in battle precious to all.

They both had right reasons, neither was wrong.

Both stayed till the end when others would fall.

The sword strong and pointed ready to strike.

The shield like a wall prepared for the fight.

Not one or the other more do you like.

When war happens you must keep them always in sight.

Using one too much will keep you from victory.

And not enough of the other will cause you to flee.

But together they form a purpose and path.

Together they keep you from war and its wrath.

DG Walter