Destiny Poem by Joshua Adewumi

I have it clamped to my thigh:
A sword in its sheath.
I will draw it when it is time
And wield it against thine.
Making clang of clanks that calls audience,
That summon boos, or gather praises.
Never will I think of surrender
Until I fight to the feet of honor.
Then it would be of honor
To be slaughtered by fate.
But if my lessons could stand,
Er sand runs down the hour glass,
I will tame providence to my side;
I will take the heart of destiny;
I will write my own history
And weave a colorful tapestry.