Fearsome

 

He stood on his toes,

Spread his arms wide

Held his chin high

Expanded his chest and

Posed merciless

To instil fear in his foes,

He failed miserably.

He forgot

It was a game played,

So nobody feared him,

It was a wargame

Between Demons and men

And men could not be

Bloodthirsty Demons;

He was one of us

He did not bare

His teeth.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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