IS THE BATTLE WORTH IT?
IS THE BATTLE WORTH IT? As the night fire is at last lit, I wonder whether the battle is worth it. Has the cause long been defeated? And the heart of a warrior simply cheated? Am I the only one left in the fight? For I have only loneliness in sight. Is the battle won or lost? And is my soul the only cost? But I am the one who picked up the cause. Defended it fiercely without pause. Shed unrestrained blood and tears. Pierced mercilessly by swords and spears. But suddenly I realise nobody fights any more. The philosophy of compromise reigns to the core. Somewhere down the line the battle has lost its way. Meekly surrendered to corruption's sway. But then a warrior is all I am and ever will be. From the war I will never be free. My ego and honour are deep as the night. I must do what my soul feels right. A warrior will find a true war. Where compromise is not a bar. I know some place or some people will need me. From tyranny and oppression to set them free. So yes, a battle is always...