Bravery: A poem 

Cloaked are our eyes, but our minds are bare 

Riches are our goals, but our souls are threadbare 

The symphony of the conscience goes silent within ourselves 

As we starve the inner lambs and feed outer wolves 

Integrity is not weak-kneed, it is the steel of the bold 

Goodness is a priceless treasure never to be sold 

The mastery of the self is that gem when does shine 

Then evil’s treachery cannot break the spine 

Bravery is not the fire that fights wars over obsessions 

It has allegiance to justice, like stone to a mansion 

Victories can be many for those that wield power 

But strength in adversity is what deserves the bouquet of flowers 

Our values are coated with what the victors wrote in books 

Brave were the silent defeated for what they honorably stood 

Their blood is not wasted, providence has yet to see 

The change of guard will swallow the status quo like the sea