I Write

I write

Of life’s long journey

For the journey is troubled with pain

For the journey just the same

I write

Of long walks with death

The beating heart within my chest

Me and death joke in friendly ways

It is all good how it plays

To fear death there is no point

I write for love

For it’s bright light

Which sparks a fire

Within the night

Of passion and heated dreams

So hot it makes water steam

I write for freedom

for the one true voice

So everyone can have a choice

To stand against the attack

I write to sound a call

To get the nation to stand tall

To go at it with all their might

To not give up the fight

I write of bloodshed

Cuts

Wounds

The living

The dead

Those that gave their all

For their countries name

Those that work the fields

They bleed just the same