WARRIOR

When the people gather.
cry for the beloved.
shout for the victory yet found,
when the sing out loud,
to reach the things the eyes cant see,
but the heart can sense and touch,
when their toes itch to jump’
when they want to fly with anxiety,
when the warriors of their call,
sharpen their spears and blades,
gather their best and breath,
when their hands fold themselves,
and their calling comes again,
pull them to patriotism of the hearts,
staying true to their own,
their swords are out to search for victory,
the speed speaks for the tamed,
the versus in the battle,
but the passion always wins,
the motivation always leads,
warriors do not always carry the cup at hand,
but always at heart,
long live the warriors at their best!

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