There's a line to be drawn,
And not in imaginary sand.
There's a voice to be heard,
Never dismissed offhand.
There's a time to fight,
Or rapidly take flight.
Do you meekly ignore or,
Address something not right.
When do you finally say,
That enough is enough.
To confront that problem,
And to call its bluff.
Do you live in reality,
Or a cloud cuckoo land.
Do you stand and fight or,
Bury your head in the sand.
You have nothing to lose,
But so much more to gain.
For when you do prevail,
You'll never be the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intriguing poem Shaun from a psychological perspective (fight or flight and all that) . I think many of us have been in this position some time or other in our lives. It's a take it to 'em and let 'em have it ten from me!