Brave Intentions

If mem'ry was paper Were pens as sharp as swords Writers would be soldiers Pure poets likely lords If poets starve on streets Warriors slay the hordes Greed often slaughters souls Death strums its chilling chords If fields have bodies strewn Those thought to win the prize Dead dreams forever fall Their courage not to rise If lords plot ploys for spoils Though brave hearts wage the fight At dawn dust does settle Victors blind by the light If rulers feign fake claims To get their willful way Then brave heads see the truth When mindsets will not sway If dreams do make some sense As dark turns into day Each morn as we wake up Trust what the brave ones say