POEM: THE BLESSED VICTORIOUS ONES
Like a bull I shall rage, Like a panther I shall charge, Courage I shall stage With loyalty as my badge, I shall conquer all plague With my vision so large , Emotions so vague , And sorrow and joy as my flag... This is the victorious voice Enemies should make no noise To keep winning is my choice Even when enemies are tortoise I outsmart them like foreseen invoice Their hatred like the sea but I'm a Morse, I will keep winning, this is their cross And if they keep falling it is their fault. Fight not who the Lord has blessed For his progress would get you perplexed On a further trial, you shall be vexed Therefore, repent and be cleansed Be friends with him, and be blessed Be happy for him, and be braced For through him, you've been blessed Cos blessed are whom loves the blessed. CHANCE