Writing Wrongs

[Parkinsonspoet]

Writing Wrongs

As a child a woodsman wild
As I stood a would be Robin Hood
As hero strong I would right wrongs

My bow in my imagination
Fired my arrows straight and true
Reality never matched my fantasy
Archery target stayed as new

The bow I made did misfire
The stave I cut so I could bend
Arrows fell short as I quivered
Twine lacked the tension to send

As a man I make a stand
Challenge ills worldwide
Armed with my words and logic
Seeking injustice as it rides

I confront tinpot dictators
Stare male violence in the eye
Rhyme in the face of racism
Write a rainbow in the sky

No Robin Hood but little Jon
With homemade bow takes on
The worlds ill with my pointed verse
My words do battle evil curse

All the human ills before me
Gather and form a battle line
I take aim and loose my arrows
Stand my ground and send a sign

As a man a poet not less than
As an adult stood Robin Hood
As I know shoot my homemade bow

[AlexandratheLate]

‘The pen is mightier than the sword’. Nice one Jon.

[Parkinsonspoet]

Certainly mightier than my home made bow and arrow Thank you AlexandratheLate

[RhymeLovingWriter]

I L-O-V-E THIS!

Oh, Jon, what a lovely and inspiring piece of work! From the clever pun as title to the unfolding verses weaving imagery joining boyhood to manhood, you've done top notch work on this one.

As Grant would say - top drawer! Thank you!

[Parkinsonspoet]

Thank you Paula I am glad you enjoyed it