THE SOJOURNER’S TALE
My
world is not at peace
Docked in prison with heavy-metal chains
at my feet
Telling tales with endless twists
Never enough
for a midnight chill
At moonlight reminiscing memories on the
prison window’s sill
Sharing tales of clustered pictures of a
sojourner's drills
Fighting
endless wars in his mind for crimes
That he’s not guilty of
that has made him lose faith
He was undefiled by the lure and
advances made to him by sweet nectar's
He didn't sell his
conscience for luxury, but kept a legacy
He did away with all
that was thrown at him
Thorns and fire, arrows and ambush
Yet
even when it seemed his strength had waned
He defeated them all
till the last drop of his blood
The
cloud is heavy and the rains are about to be released
Like a
tsunami, its destructiveness is nothing compared to hell
One
man's poison is another’s meat
Fighting
battles both with his fists and on bended knees
Without fear
and also dared to win, it was no retreat, no surrender
Live like
there's no tomorrow
Fight for what is right
Because even in
death, we still live...
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