The Heart Of The Warrior Poem by Derrick Puente

With vision trapped in honey and ashes in the mouth
Journey's always end, pointing artic south
Beginning with a footstep made on unsure ground
It only took a mile to find our two feet bound
Resistance, such a weapon, is a warriors' excuse
Bit it shall be worn down and made of little use
The windows to the soul, they drip honey from their wells
And ashes is the mouth, testify the journey's failed
The spirit battered is a cloud begging imagination to mold
Though we failed the mission, we must fight against the cold
With hands that shake and shiver, from the freeze, from the pain
Faces devoid of color, and live now all but drained
Where is the mighty zeal that begat the warrior way?
I tell you it is somewhere, lost amongst the fray
The generals of industry know the soldiers' fortune can't endure,
If they are made to fight another cowards war
And we were like the wolves whose honey eyes are honey soaked
The ashes in out mouth shall tie the noose form freedoms rope
On the ground in front of us I see blood form wounded knees
But there shall be no master to hear our calls for peace
The consequence of determination was the ax that felled the tree
Still it was just a fall better days await both you and me
The journey and the night have been long, and the wounds run deep
But the fight is far from over, we must sustain another week
Life is but a journey that starts within the mind
The battlefield is calling we must stand the test of time
The fallen warrior knows that the last measure was his heart
And there is where the journey ends, and where the journey starts.