The Last Stand Poem by Brhyte Owoo

We are what we believe we are.
Winners in our own subconscious mind;
Specially made and crafted with the beauty of love,
That breathe, breeze, breath
Which marvels the world for generations?

We are the survivors.
The last standing marshal,
The never saying die
Slogan of our ancestors.

Great as the peril be,
Greater the undying faith
That dwells in our heart.
In times of tribulations
Awakens with adrenalin.

We are what we say we are.
We never give up,
We never give in,
We only win.
As winners, we destined to be.

We are -
The last standing marshal
The marshal of faith.