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I’m a ghost whose words haunt for weeks
Create debates whenever I write or speak
As my pen leaks
It’s like an Armada on the high seas
Attacking the enemies’ fleets
With salvos of prose
Sinking rows of battleships with ease!
These nautical analogies aside
I walk the path of this craft with reverence and pride
History doesn’t just happen, it must be made and inscribed!
Otherwise, it’s lost, stolen, enslaved, and decried
And history repeats, because students become soldiers and sailors
Who die and become heroes in movie trailers
