Poems

The War We Are All Fighting

When the monster roars
The eagle soars
Into the light that
No longer exists
When my hands turned to fists

You know I fight to the end,
Of the battle we all are fighting
The fight of life
The right to love
The simple things that make us who we are
I guess that makes us on par
Labels and fables that are made
To all the memories that will fade

The ones we lost today are not only a symbol for determination, but rather a scar of discrimination.
Fighting this war isn't easy
Fighting for the ones that need you most
To them I raise a toast
Because tomorrow I might not be here
There is nothing to fear
I will still be with you
And you would have no clue
To every end there is a beginning
And with every breath we take let it not go to waste.

But rather seize it
Because you can't take those moments back
Minds going out to the shack
So that it can recover the artifacts of what was once remembered.
Those dreams are severed