Virtue, The Armor Poem by Minnoor srinivasan

Life is indeed a battlefield
To compulsion and compromise I yield!
Glibly what I imagined to be,
A game, was otherwise surprising me!
Preparing guarding myself for war
Moved forward to make or mar.
The sword of intellect, I wield so strong
Against many dark ills that throng!
In spite of sword's mightier rig
I found life's challenge big!
Besides swords glitter and sway
To guard myself from attack and slay
I thought I would wear the armor
Of VIRTUE to protect in all fervor!