The Battle

 I wrote this poem last year and never shared it 🙂

The Battle 

Oh! How they sought us,

thirsting

Oh! How they fought us,

thirsting for blood.

We are strong and they,

they are weak.

Weak and thirsting.

They fell left and right

weak but thirsting for blood.

Th’o we killed many

as they searched for blood,

still they came,

searching for blood.

We left, retreated, from the field.

Left them looking.

We left, to itch our welts.

Let them look, look for blood.

I shall return,

for my blood they shall yearn

but they shall not touch me,

me and my mosquito spray!