The bloody battle-field of life
Put us on our knees.
Or imploding with pain.
We felt the moldy mud in our mouths,
The steely stones – scratching our teeth.
Still, the fiery Phoenix in us
Arose again – a beautiful soul-sunrise.
As we are the Victors!
-The Rising-Again-Ones –
-Never look down on us:
We are the Victors!