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.