Soul Dear

I'm but a soldier
In an army called life
In my right hand a pen
In my left one a knife

When I meet my enemy
He decides which I use
I'll do what it takes
I can't afford to lose

When I meet a friend
I will have his back
On me he can depend
My loyalty won't lack

When you see me walking
Down the avenue
Will it be the pen
Or the knife I use

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poem by SinJace Ramos
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