A Duel Of Words Poem by Raihan Ahmed

a martyrs duel, we'll trade swords for pens, gunpowder for words, shields for paper, 'this is a stick up, give me all your inspiration.'
my blows are like much to a brick wall, as youre evasive to my words. the moon shines for you tonight, as you can die a man whose epitaph will read 'here lies a man who knew the tastes of anothers love' so commence the beating, as youre hurting a toddler on his third sippy cup of vodka. walking on two toes, with less teeth, than you have a soul.