What do we do,
when failure lurks?
when we are disappointed,
when we become complecant of victory
when we are not where we believe to be.
when no one cares whether your dead.
when you can rarely find food to eat,
yet many around you can give you a life.
Fears are compelled most times,
because of our position.
We tend to ask where is the love?.
Most times the place we are used to,
is not where we belong.
We belong to where we believe we belong.
I say we deny them our temple,
and keep them defending.
Rarely we feel we have arrived,
by mere moving a step ahead.
When we are millions of miles away,
we have to fight fiercely.
We become too familiar with God.
And forget our solemn duties.
If only we could tip toe off comfort,
there only can we build our castle,
which fire cannot burn nor waters sink.
we tend to display a tyrant of profit,
when we feel denied of the glory of victory.
Our victory is a good game.
Our trophies become our mirror,
A sigh of relief a face to smile.
This will be when we have reset our piece and play again.
Then we can find our safe square.
In time our victory will hug us,
never leaving but glued to our faces forever.
A Piece from a torn being.
