Inspired by William Blake’s “The Tyger“
The Warryor
Warryor! Warryor! burning bright
In the concrete jungle’s night
What immortal eye or hand
Made normals fall while you still stand?
In what distant skies or deeps
Burnt the fire which still keeps
Thee moving forward while those less
Crawl and cry and beg He bless?
What Creator could make both?
One for wither, one for growth
How could He create one scared
While other’s teeth are always bared?
What the feather? What the sword?
Where was all thy courage stored?
How did He who made such mice
Make such a fearless device?
When the stars threw down their pain
And failed to make thee go insane
Did He smile to see His art?
Do His cowards now break His heart?
Warryor! Warryor! burning bright
In the concrete jungle’s night
What immortal eye or hand
Now dare bless thee or give command?
Miro, a deep poem my friend..” What Creator could make both? One for wither, one for growth How could He create one scared While other’s teeth are always bared?”….
It makes one wonder at times Miro.. And yet we live in a world of duality.. Would we see the Right were it not for the Wrong? And for their to be light we have to know the dark..
The world ‘Appears’ to be getting darker, only because we are being shown that which is dark via the media, films, TV, ect…
There are many more who are warriors of good.. who never get a mention whose courage is far far greater…
Always enjoy your words and thoughts Miro..
Sue