The two are unworthy
False gods
Who dare not impact
On such solidarity.
The combatants,
The wrong-done-to
Shall prevail.
WE SHALL PREVAIL.
As I ponder the dilemma
I catch the scent of challenge.
Again.
And feel the fire.
The fire that consumes
And girds the loins
I may say more.
But not yet.
Suffice to say
Invincibility
To the
Power of two.
I know what is right.
It shall be so.
Watch this space...
Esra Sloblock
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-retreat-no-surrender/
