There's beauty in the struggle
Though we fight to thrive,
Not saying it's easy
Some won't survive.
But together we unite,
against the unknown
Yet we fight.
The strong and weak become one,
Intimidating opponents, we shall not run.
Conflicts between the brave
Lives lost to the grave.
No sympathy no fear,
The end might just be near.
aggression reflected by the sword
Believers call upon the lord,
The nation's in tears and blood
The lord answers with a flood,
All had been taken
Only i was mistaken,
In the ocean's, saled a huge ship,
How is this possible
I ask myself out of curiosity
Trying to calculate the possibility,

Poem by: Blaise L'aine S.