WORDS | Leon Dhemba
For ‘twas a battle soon ensued
Amongst the rivals of clan and brood
‘Twas a struggle night and day
Of the warriors red and grey
The crimson army strode forth with might
Passion and fury their guiding light
The ashen army of mighty grey
Stood and analysed as was their way
Both were forces of equal measure
Fighting brave for precious treasure
This much is true, fortune favours the bold
But patience is a virtue, or so one is told
Valour and honour, knowledge and power
Conditions of victory change by the hour
Cold and calculated, passion and vigor
Who will be the ultimate victor?
The smoke clears and the dust sets
A clear victory does neither get
The end of this battle is yours to find
Who will be your victor? Heart or mind?
