Gold:
What's that on your back, Silver?
Silver:
I've been backstabbed by Life
Her pain and betrayals are rife
Gold:
Dear brother! That must hurt!
Silver:
Like being buried in dirt
I've been a prisoner by her Majesty
For longer than my time
Bronze:
Look behind you, Silver,
The prison doors are open
You had your freedom all along
Silver:
I am the Present. I stay put
Outside my cell I cannot set foot
Gold:
Listen to Bronze. He's got the wisdom of the years gone.
You can leave your cell and move on.
Silver:
But my back is daggered
And my legs are staggered
Gold:
Those daggers can give you might
They can be wings to take flight
Or weapons to put up a fight
Bronze:
Get up, let's go, brother
You lose Today , you get another
Silver stood tall, no longer ill
And with his brothers he left the prison cell
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*Written for PoetsPub Poet Of The Year contest. Based on the Art project (Guardians Of Time)
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