Before the dawn blends with gleaming rays of gold
Resonated the sound of a warrior's call
Mounted his stallion, marched to the battlefield
And all went well as men follow his lead.
With calloused and soiled hands
Warriors advanced to till the land
Beneath the scorching sun, may it be with the pouring rain
So hard they worked for everybody's gain.
Yet, the mightiest heroes may fall
And the strongest men may shake
When dark clouds of injustice befall
The conquerors never break.
They are heroes with unheard names
Nor their countenances be upon the hall of fame
Living such peaceful lives in subtle simplicity
Spending the fleeting days conquering hunger and poverty.
Such a pleasant life I behold
Arose the valiant heroes of old
Raised their sickles and not their swords
For they are the paragons who feed the world.
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When Rhymes Speak
Poetrythis is an ongoing collection of my original poem compositions made from different moods and inspirations feel free to leave a vote if you like them ^_^) some of the images attached are originally taken by me and some aren't, so the credits will be...
