We Who Face This Battle In Our Poverty

I heard great winds are coming

storms, floods and all that annihilates

bringing a war upon us

You the mother of our dreams

Me the last heir of our kingdom.

We stand side by side

like great warriors

With your golden Armour 

and my gallant archery.

We stand here in our wilderness

In the seasons of our poverty

to fight once more

to surrender to the mystics of god.

Its the battle you were born for

to be glorified as the diamond Queen

In these fading days of your spirit

I am the omni-present blessings.

 

Turn your face and look around

Am right beside you

sharing your battle

Offering my platinum prayers for you.

With each day we grow more pragmatic, 

more compassionate,more preeminent

Deep down I take heavy breaths

Never showing a sigh,embracing velvet anthems

just to win this crusade for you.

 

Reviews

[quinfinn]

i like the values represented in this write...bravo for your defense of the realm and your love for our beloved mother earth. well done!

[Dayran]

Mother says you are a good, good, good boy. You won't let mother down. But beware the hand of time son ... my sweet ... time does not stand still and sometimes will change the face of things. Adapt. Nice write!