Shinobi

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Book 2

You called me weak.

You named me a fool.

Do not confuse me for being meek.

When I am a tool.



A tool that is honed and sharpened.

Waiting for the signal to snap.

Quick minded and sharp tongued.

Cant you see what is weak is a trap?



Only a Shin-obi knows what to expect.

Darkness and light, smoke and fire.

Fighting to gain respect.

Never knowing when to tire.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For those few anime fans who are out there, they can relate this poem to a charicter named Naruto.

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