Though we're not armed with swords and spear..
Neither do we have clubs and staves..
Though we can't calm the waves
We're warrior..
We're armed with abilty to cook words that kills faster than bullets..
Our hearts are soft as millet..
But our mind can cure cancer..
And heal ulcering wounds
We're warriors..
From the south south of pretoria..
Running from the west side of Nigeria..
To the calm nerves of lake victoria
We're warrior..
Armed with a pen and a book..
Yet we can chain the hearts of men..
And enslave the consciousness of humanity
We're warrior..
With the body of men..
But the hands of gods..
We can cook alphabets..
And watch them
feed five thousands
We're warriors,
humble in heart..
But excellent in the art..
We're quicksands..
That can sink a hardened soul..
And make sick men whole