Beliefs And Battles Poem by bonifacio alba

Beliefs and Battles

Everyone holds a torch of belief,
An ideology—be it hope or grief.
Some walk in line, others collide,
In defense of truths they hold with pride.

Each voice rises, strong and loud,
Unyielding, firm, unbowed by crowd.
No room for pause or compromise,
Just sharpened wills and hardened eyes.

The chase for power, the thirst for fame,
Behind the banner of a noble name.
Greed for wealth, a silent thief,
Feeding on dreams and hollow belief.

Yet all we clutch will fade away,
Like shadows at the break of day.
Still pride stands tall, a blinding wall,
That deafens hearts to wisdom's call.

Oh, is it pride that veils our sight,
From truth, from love, from what is right?
Until we learn to see anew—
That peace begins when pride is through.