The Valor Of Honor..... Poem by Antonio Liao

the decisive decision may switch off or lead
our mighty strength down to the ground and powder
the castle to the mouth of the canon

horrified to face the mountain that drain every
dots of stone, into the realm of click and tick tack of
the clock; siphon every sweat to waste until, the
sacrifice gain its pain

refresh not to fade, react not over act a complete
sense, that hold ever defense to face and to cease the
reigning Queen, in the kingdom with the King
power

come always forward for every encounter, wounded
soldiers never leave nor surrender but only
close their eyes and say that 'i shall return ' above
the turmoil clouds of hope

as the victor wait the witnessing ground and the
raising flag build a dropping blood, the solemn sky
harbor the courage of hope, eagerly touch the
raging deep feeling of peace amongst the wounded
spirited soldiers of men

now, the conqueror of the battle, waited not for
every blood splash and spoil on the soil; for it is not
the smoke of guns and a melted candle in the
chandelier, winning is over

the Valor of honor live not by the enemies blood,
nor taste the smell of the guns that makes it glad; but
the essence of a winning heart, tick tack the enemies
pad