Coward Fighter Poem by Francis G. Kariuki

'Ready? '
The bell rings
I ought to go fighting
In confusion my head swings
Ignorant of what fate it brings
But to true strength I cling

'Can you fight me child? '
He egocentrically asks
As in glory he basks
And fear my face it masks
Desperate for aid from the mosque
In which I had put my sticks

'Poor me! '
My sole soul sympathizes
As the body goes numb with worries
Pleading for peace and mercies
As doubt with uncertainty mingles
Of kissing someone's **ses!