Marching Creatures

As long as we march, we meet strangers, they do march as well. Some people run faster
Some others retreat. Some people take a rest; some others have no time to waste
Some people go straight, some others drift
Because they never know what’s waiting for them at the end, Ambitions go faster than the wind
And once they fear, they tremble, either they stand or crumble.
Without company they’re alone, A friend shines in the early dawn
No matter how long it is to crawl, it’s a must to cleanse the soul

Without faith they’re lost, Clinging to what they believe in most

Instinctive needs drive the action, but instead of truth they may choose fiction
But need is a motivation that pushes forward, when hatred becomes an aberration retreats backward.
And in the rush they fight, making of the pilgrimage an ugly sight.
And in the walk they carry a message to convey, but with distraction they find in the way
they may not be able to deny it, because human’s nature leans to justify it
And I am one of the marching creatures, I’m a speaking soul embodied in features
I have the evil good in me; I have many only God can see.

Written By: Dyaa Belal
On the 11st of March 10 - 11:00 Pm

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