The Scars Of Integrity Poem by Wangchat konyak

Grief was never a new phase,
Neither defeat nor affliction.
The scars would tell
Of each chaotic battle
I had to tackle.
Wine and cigarettes,
Gambling and losing
Were an old, ragged hat.
I didn't care the night or the day —
Departing from sleep was never a weakness;
I was never timid of responsibility
Nor did I ever try to escape life.
I trotted in the dark,
Wandered in the clear sky,
However wild and aimless I was,
I never once drank a glass of water
From a bribe or looted another man's sweats.