To fight 
the good 
fight is
not to 
win but
try for 
winning belongs 
to numbers 
and the 
fight to
one’s heart 

This world 
is but 
one place 
one stop
it is
not everything 
nor all 
in the 
grand scheme 
it is 
only a 
dot a
spot a
moment and 
a dream 

No one 
knows but
this I
do every 
end is
the way 
to start 
something new 

I am wood
be it barn
floor or tree
I have weathered 
but not weakened 
for I stand 
clad or support 
I will this
whatever this is 
or will be 
I for thee
to be free 

The day 
of reckoning 
has arrived 
and now 
we wait
I imagine 
that many
stand with 
me on 
turret and 
rampart ready
to defend 
and others 
down below 
brothers and 
sisters who 
broke from 
freedom to 
allay themselves 
with greed
ready their 
battle weapons 
one will 
be victorious 
democracy or
their king