Can one claim victory to battles not fought?
Is the conqueror the one who lifts the trophy?
Or does commendation go to the one who still stands to tell a tale
Lo, a trophy is lifted high, by one in sparkling armor
For the day is present: One where trophies are bought by the cunning
And determination is spent in vain
For the fighter lays in dust; Battered, bruised and famished
And the wrestler is sat in the mud
But another in clean clothing, holds high, the trophy of victory
Lo, another trophy is held high
For another owns the gold
And the mine from where it comes
He beckons to the gold and blacksmith
That to his plinth, should a symbol of victory be placed
And of his bountiful heart, should victory be based
But lo, the fighter lays in the field
And the fields are no longer green
Can one claim victory to battles not fought?
For wise words and strong philosophies are easy to buy
And in short spouts, they fill the realm of discuss
That the heart of one may seem full of knowledge
And his walk may seem pristine
But what are principles without dents?
What are morals if not tested
They weight nothing more than a box of feathers
Easy to keep in the days of low winds
Boastful in its steadfastness, and prideful in its comfort
May the winds strike it hard, and lift it from its comfort?
May the wind leave it to rest unchallenged?
He who owns the gold, should be mindful of his trophies
He who bleats out wise words, should be mindful of challenges
He who is quick to brandish principles, should be cautious of confrontation
For the heart of man will act of its own volition
Principles will differ from mere words
And instinct, is no respecter of wise tweets
Can one claim victory to battles not fought?
Or steadfastness to principles not tested?
or faithfulness to morals not shaken?
Be mindful of your boast
For the heart of man, in the day of strong winds, will act of its own volition
Principles will differ from mere words
And instinct, is no respecter of wise proclamations