The Will To Fight Poem by Kojo Owusu

Cavalcading our desires into rushing streams;
There were many who thought
The lone overpowering impulse unfulfilling
And the move to them is fraught with uncertainties;
The way narrow and full of thorns
And would rather cling to the clammy hearth,
And take delight in bled horizons and streams
And heaving breasts of maidens
They would not take part in the struggle
And would not sneer being called effeminate

But we did not despair
We were not troubled by those who would not move a step.
Anticipating horrendous dangers
Deeming the battle futile – unrewarding.
But our fight does not involve physical prowess alone
It requires the intellect – the unquenchable desire to fight.
The will to lead a people who have being voided of souls
And can one kill the self for people
Who don’t care, ignorant of their miserable fate?
We can fight by awakening the damned people
By making them to discover themselves
Then we would know that we are engaged in
A fierce combat which we must come out victorious.