“And came as beggar to Thy yard
To question earthly valuations
Of those who under-scored his heart
In their greedy speculations”
Inspired by Polish romantic classic
Where do I stand with, The value of that tiny bit of me Which really matters Am I good. Or am I just deluded? What are worth my beserkish battles To improve people and the lives around me When I feel that mine Doesn’t bother anyone. Me included. Is there any sense in daily struggles To sacrifice myself, When nobody’s there awaiting redemption. And when they get some relief From my service, They walk away smirking. That they fooled an idiot To a bargain. And yet it’s all intentional, Yes, it’s not a battle-cry Of a warrior Ready to charge the whole armies. As a vanguard of courage Ready to perish, Without “Lest we forget” They are a petty tantrums Of an infant Crying for A bit of attention, And the “Whole Lotta Love”