Treading upon a quicksand
With the boot of stubbornness
A boggy ground it is. Be assured.
Sinking but humming a luta continua.
Crying but mopping your eyes
With the armor held in hand.
Falling off the slippery ladder of life
Rising up still
“Does the sun not fall and rise?”
You ignorantly boast.
Building a Rome with words:
I have one life to live.
Many battles to fight
I lose some. I win some
But I am never bowing out
When battles sum up to be a war.
What is your life worth?
Cards to be discarded
After being outplayed by life?
Nay!
*A luta continua: a Portuguese expression which translates as the struggle continues in English.
Freedom
