Soldiers I I Poem by Chukwukere Timothy

Listen up! Comrades, lend me your ears.
O' my uniform is soaked in blood!
Because this words cuts like a sword.
What bleeds my heart, is what you're about to hear.
The little comrades is dead!
He bite the dust,
Because the commander finds fault in all he does.
Well, that's the trend.
The older ones are always right!
Their opinions always count while ours are left.
Yes, they've seen more sunlight,
But their recipes are made up of self.
Sir! I'm a comrade too,
I stand attention, and do everything you command,
That doesn't make me a fool.
I hope you understand.
Respect our difference.

People who can't respect differences are monsters.
Why should we be the same?
Take a look at the stars,
The clouds and other heavenly stain.
They're are different in size and sharps.
Remember We're soldiers.
We'll need each other.