Scars of My Life’s Battles and Wars
By A Anato Swu
Of my personal battles and wars
I carry many big and small scars.
In the eyes of the world it is ugly,
But I’ve learnt to take it as lovely.
For I lived to tell about each scar
Even to those peoples from afar.
Each ugly scar bears a testimony
Of life overcast by clouds gloomy.
Mortals will oneday see and learn,
That they need to battle and earn
Their own scars to keep living on
Wit’ stories and lessons they own.
What men laugh at & call ugly now
No more will be call’d so tomorrow.
For when they understand from IT
They’d have come out from the pit,
And survived to tell their own story
To give our Lord all honour & glory.