Mighty Warriors

Describing hopelessness, realizing why and not giving in.

Can we ever go back before the 19?

The shadow that lingers blankets me.

I can't move, if I do, it's not far.

I'm angry with no creativity.

 I have no fire, barely a flame

embers of smoldering pain

clutching my every membrane 

coloring with blackened stain.

They the adverbial They

plant doubt among our land

plant seeds into our brains

reap not for they are sand.

They move in and out of time

no reason no rhythm no rhyme. 

They invent without mind

their followers, fearfully blind.

Weak shadows not of steel

whispering secrets to elected ears

an agenda over two thousand years

cups on hair and once lengthy beards.

Buying media, scripted lies

in our house, that one big eye

programming the best of minds

what we hear is what will fly.

Seeing is believing yet we don't see

Holding back truths... reality

what you don't know will hurt you now

to you death, the shadows vow.

Hands which hold a sacred vile

into our air into our bowels

Nothing in hell can stop them now

A trumpet sound a trumpet sound.

Where are you o'trumpet sound

we cry out to help us now

to rise above the evil crowd

to wipe the gods who made their crown.

To look through mind heart and soul

to pluck out the bad seed that's sown

to open eyes to thoughts unknown

so they see what you have shown.

I'm in a place between me and you

I could fall in or climb for better view

fighting seems lonely in this room

I'm not alone, this much is true...

I'm not giving in, I won't give up fight

not ever, not tonight

A pardon I ask, for a cause that's right

Mighty Warriors stand with might!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my dear friend.
"I'm not giving in, I won't give up fight
not ever, not tonight
A pardon I ask, for a cause that's right
Mighty Warriors stand with might!"
The above lines are needed. We must go forward even in the worst of days. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Gypsy Dreamer]

Thank you Coyote. Your words mean a lot to me. I love all of your poetry as well.

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure dear friend and you are welcome.

[Davidgeo]

Self doubt is the real mind virus. It is why we must be highly selective when we choose who we let into our lives. Most people are just pretending to be people... they don't know who they are beyond the pretend. (the term "mid life crisis" in america relates to a person waking up to the fact that they have been pretending to be a person the whole time... some people then, they lose their mind. Wooo hooo!) --- stay away from those 'people'... they are insane even after their awakening. Sometimes they're worse.