The world is quite smart
some in tears, some in fears
as the day passes by
Some in gain, some in pain
beneath the same sky,
Some insane, some complain
with voices that rise
Awaiting who to provoke, who
will pay the price!
The world spins on a stage
of endless plight,
some fight in the daylight,
others fade in the night,
But those who fight
never seem to win the day,
while the voiceless watchers
just quietly stay,
They reap all the joy and gain,
while the fighters fall.
Yet the fighters return
heeding the call.
The cries of the fighters echo through the land,
And the voiceless watch with their cold eyes,
As the warriors clash under the thunderous skies,
yet the watchers remain with no blood
on their hands,
They gather fruits from the battle, not their own,
while the fighters bleed, broken and alone.
Though the fighters stand alone,
Their battle is seen, their courage is shown,
For the watchers may reap, but they never
understand the price of the fight,
And one day fighters will rise and reclaim,
The world from the watchers no longer the same
For it’s not in the gain that the world will be saved.
Fight on, brave souls, let your voice be heard,
Let the world see what it’s never known,
It’s the fight that matters, it’s the heart that’s pure,
For in the end it’s the fighters who endure,
and change the world defining what it has gained.
Its the fighters who bring the dawn to
light, standing firm unchained,
Saving the truth in their souls, a fire that
never ceases!
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Madras Courier originally ran as a broadsheet with a poetry section. It was a time when readers felt comfortable sharing glimpses of their lives through verse. If you have a poem you’d like to submit, do email us at [email protected].
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