The Warrior

My friends is a brave and courageous warrior,

A seasoned warrior,

In the wars he fought with all his heart

And all his might;

Along comes a time for reconstruction,

A time to recover from the turmoils of war,

From the harsh, brutal duels;

Incomplete recovery due to haphazard treatments,

Malaria syrups cannot touch yellow fever;

Still the warrior fights on,

Reconstruction is not easy when it is only on paper;

But the warlords are laughing and feasting.

Wining and dining,

Chatting and jiving,

Singing and dancing,

And my friend is

Still fighting.