"THE COMBATANT" 


Trepidation and prejoration lives in pessimists

Growing in galore, annunciating on their daily lists

Coupling dauntness for paltry aesthetic kists

Kicking in everyday espying their driver's cists. 


What a calamitous ruination! 


There at the other partition was a combatant

A war hawk that is very powerful and gallant

He never credence havoc in his situational pant

He massacre his for like that of Magito Giant


What a victorious erection! 


As war ruled stratagem, not by dint of fists

He sleep not at night to prey his antagonists

And exhibiting fair lenience nabbing the cultists

When they were afflicted beyond cure of dentist.


What a meticulous sensation! 



✍️Penman: Habeebullahi Yusuf Eleku 

        ©Kenspeckle 

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(This poem is dedicated to Combatant Comrades of different institutions under the National Association Nigeria Students, Kwara State). 


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