I will take the heaviest sword
and the armours of leather and steel
I am tired of fighting with word,
Want to lean how hardship does feel.
What a man I am if I pant
every time I run up the hill?
Illness pierced my insides – I can't
Stand and fight - I just fall and feel
Steely sword needs a steelier arm
Here my fight does begin - target's clear
Strength is gained not for doing harm
But defending those in despair.
God my Lord, help me please - and He will
send me friends, who will BE, who will CARE.
Twenty years - stronger arms, stronger will.
Enemies of the servant - BEWARE!
I will take the heaviest sword...
© Copyright: Владислав Мацкевич, 2007
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