In those early joyous days,
in times long gone now far away;
rational reason still to gain;
thought from heart, vacant brain.
‘I think, therefore I am’ once said
a Philosopher released long dead.
Stranger thoughts have been conveyed,
to minds quite thwarted, yet unmade.
Arise my champions, grown from seed;
come do battle, help me please.
Guide me forward, abolish greed.
Worthy warriors – blessings all;
hear my summon, heed my call.
First, I call on Courage, request that you endorse,
strength of conviction combined with force.
Allied with Courage, I plan to battle,
confront rage, withdraw, shake, rattle.
You Knowledge gathered,
learned, studied, read
facts in abundance
inside my head.
Present said facts in single file,
prioritise, order, self-denial.
Knowledge deployed strategically well;
informed reaction rings all bells;
Maturity, age, time well observed
Wisdom to Knowledge help and preserve.
Faith, I now ask you,
stay make your way
to front this army,
coloured not grey.
Grant us that feeling,
kindred spirit named Hope;
Put paid to the worries,
an end to the fears;
give Strength to make Courage;
a future more years.
© Liola Lee 2007
Part 2 of a 3 part poem