The Warriors

We are all warriors born in this battleground. Stolen from the breasts of our mothers and thrown out into the seas of blood and ashes.  when have we forgotten humanity? Or should I ask what is humanity? Is it not to fight and wage wars, to conquer, to dominate. 

I am but a solider fighting my war. And the enemy? There have been many since the day I first tasted the blood. A war with the ghost inside, lurking in the dark worlds buried deep beneath the light.

Sometimes a war within, with myself, with my ghosts, while sometimes with other's ghosts. Either ways, a war is always there. Right at the corner of this street we call peace. Take a turn, ya ll find it standing right in front of you, challenging!

No matter how gloriously I dress myself up, what lies beneath the armor or the lines and robes is the blood. Blood stained skin, ashes, and the stench of pain. We live with it, the stench of pain.

For our mothers gave birth to us knowing that we will be stolen from the bosom. Where the milk was to be served, we tasted blood. The sole purpose of life being the necessity to win. Driven on by that desire we condemn the bright side of our hearts! 

We are the warriors,
Now and Forever!