Past...
Maybe you walk with your face down
Every eye is staring at you sharply
Now...
You walk with your chest upright
Not..
Not for arrogant pride
But..
As proof that the weak does not mean to lose
Look at ...
The pemicing has collapsed
Seizer of enemy attackers
They gawk and open
Their mouths are filled with awe and respect
How they used to be wild tongues
Underestimated and scattered
What they have
Has been snatched one by one
Until the only remnant is sweat remorse
You smile in your heart
Satisfied ... Well maybe ...
Because sand is not always stepped on by foot ...