Nothing to lose
Nor in need of hope
Never desperate of spare.
Those who are strong
Not want of else
Strength-absent in those who glare.
The weak, long defeated, in need of hope
With everything lost
They can no longer cope.
So absent in them
Is the strength of men
Those of whom
are dastards in dens.
And yet our enemies,
With everything at risk
And all to hope:
They threaten to kill us
And hang us
By rope.
When our allies are strong
Nothing goes wrong;
And they are not weak
So havoc they wreak.
But despite all that:
If still defeated
Please, be seated.
And observe them, attentively,
Watch them, absorbingly
Learn from your allies.
Feel
He aspired to wise men
But had soon lost faith
He anticipated his future;
Which had slowly began to fade
In a struggle to excel,
Southbound for hell,
He fathomed a world
Where all was well.
Discerning tongues
That veiled the truth
They dwindled his ambition
And troubled his youth.
The outsiders, onlookers,
observing ill-informed
Misguided, misjudged,
rebelliously conformed.
A platonic perception, he strived to insist,
Yet unfaithful to this, inclined to desist
They composed him of rumours
And formed a cold, dark mist.
Ultimately burning all sense of hope
They replaced his aspiration with reason to mope
All his goals, his reason for resp
Nothing to lose
Nor in need of hope
Never desperate of spare.
Those who are strong
Not want of else
Strength-absent in those who glare.
The weak, long defeated, in need of hope
With everything lost
They can no longer cope.
So absent in them
Is the strength of men
Those of whom
are dastards in dens.
And yet our enemies,
With everything at risk
And all to hope:
They threaten to kill us
And hang us
By rope.
When our allies are strong
Nothing goes wrong;
And they are not weak
So havoc they wreak.
But despite all that:
If still defeated
Please, be seated.
And observe them, attentively,
Watch them, absorbingly
Learn from your allies.
Feel
He aspired to wise men
But had soon lost faith
He anticipated his future;
Which had slowly began to fade
In a struggle to excel,
Southbound for hell,
He fathomed a world
Where all was well.
Discerning tongues
That veiled the truth
They dwindled his ambition
And troubled his youth.
The outsiders, onlookers,
observing ill-informed
Misguided, misjudged,
rebelliously conformed.
A platonic perception, he strived to insist,
Yet unfaithful to this, inclined to desist
They composed him of rumours
And formed a cold, dark mist.
Ultimately burning all sense of hope
They replaced his aspiration with reason to mope
All his goals, his reason for resp