Everyone's a warrior that each one has to strive;
One may fight for glory or simply to survive.
The brave may render efforts derived from self-esteem;
The coward may suddenly take action to liberate a friend.
Life is a battle by destiny or chance;
Often by tour of duty or caught by circumstance.
The world may hail a warrior of his supremacy and greed;
And shun an awkward rescuer of a stranger who's in need.
There is always an impending battle that lies beyond our sight;
Sobriety and calmness are never reasons not to fight.
Be it in deceit or temptations there is war when you resist;
Much in a revolution if you want freedom to persist.
The perils of the battle are like blackmail to the soul;
One may opt postponement or make a daring call.
The chaos of confusion is the devil's tricky tool;
And in life's many endeavors one must be steadfast of his goal.
It is prudent to seek refuge in the middle of a bout;
When stricken by an illness known to many as "doubt".
For how long a dying spirit shall stand for his cause?
When hopelessness is hinting that the battle's already lost.
Yet so many that have fallen who gallantly had fought;
Even without a helmet or a cold winter's coat.
That it is worthwhile to be still breathing; it is a mercy divine;
And to perish in the battle is honorable and sublime.
Date & Time of Writing:
June 18, 2012
10:42 a.m. - 1:08 p.m.