Wednesday, March 26, 2008

a poem by keith

Warriors, unknown to the world, marching towards the horizon,

Each one beholding a deadly skill, everyone in sight got scared.

Their confidence soaring so very high, their name they proudly bear.

The blood, the sweat, the tears, the pain, together they solely share,

Among the others which the worlds have known so well, victorious, they were the only ones.

But, battle after battle they fought, their spirits was slowly drained.

Their flag flown high was finally worn, as they hang their heads in shame.

Blood of their team, like rivers rushing, streaming down each eye.

The fatigue slowly streaking in, consuming them one at a time.

The tears spilled by their very own pride, cupped in the leaders palms,

Their hearts although not pierced by knifes, were all bleeding in pain.

Each warrior being brought down by some mysterious force,

Were the Gods responsible for this course?

Nay! They were definitely not; it was them who chose their paths.

This team finally sought the answer to what might be deemed as impossible.

Stop and Stare they no longer did, they put their plans into action.

Reviving the team with somewhat power also known as “phoenix down”

The 3 main colors, green black white, came storming into battleground.

Stared down the enemies in the eye, taking everything away.

The mighty power burning from within,

Came with the sacrifice they made.

Aggression, Passion, Skill, Commitment, Teamwork, Sacrifice, Desire

The seven key ingredients to victory…

Use them, behold them, and get back to where we came from,

From that 5 steps and beyond,

Our team would truly be the one which others fear the most.

“If you have all the talent in the world, but you don’t have the desire to win, you know that’s what separates you from winning and losing.”

-----Jonah Lomu------

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