Hope Dies Last... Poem by O. A.

Hope Dies Last...

For the 2,500 soldiers still defending in Mariupol...

When you are surrounded by the Integers of Death
On the crimson battlefield of the tormented mind,
The fleeting emotions, such as: courage, strength
Valour and honour might respite in such a dire way
That leaves you searching for any so characteristic
That will fire up the engines to fight for your lives...

But in the void of time and space, between life and
Death, when your back is up against the fickle wall
And you see your ancestors telling you not to give
Up, and your people that you are sacrificing all for,
Are counting on you, to come through in this crisis;
You will develop the adrenaline rush of 1,000 Lions
And devour your enemy, your prey as a hungry foe
That finally realizes, amidst the worst storm front...
Hope Dies Last...
Hope Dies Last...
Hope Dies Last...
Hope Dies Last...

O.A.