I Became A Hero Poem by ObiGod Chidi CC

At the heart of that red battle,
All appeared as if our gods escaped;
As thousands of kiths and kins drop in heaps,
Terror snatched my sword, my legs grew wings.
But as a scorpion pike, it stung me: 'What story,
Should I tell my proud son? That his father's
A fleed coward' - A posterity paint of ashes?
No! Better a buried hero than live a bullied wimp.
So that my sons will sit confidently at the gate
And my daughter will proudly sing my epic.'
For this I held death by its daring beards,
Reconciled with my disappointed armour,
Charged with my bravest war cry, 'To glory! '
I slashed valiantly falling scores as flying grasses,
Not long did I hear familiar roars from behind,
'To glory O warrior, long live our kingdom! '
I ran up to take the crowned skull of the villain
That will be my perfect dowry for the princess.
It was just our faith not the unappeased gods;
Then was the day saved
And our glorious flag raised.



Nov.2013