Nicholas Bradvica Poetry

A man once said,
That we all must face,
A destiny bred,
From chain and mace,
And in my youth,
I knew not of fate,
But hid below roof,
Of steel and slate,
And there I hid,
Through life and age,
Attempting to rid,
My soul from cage,
But soon I learned,
That hiding was vain,
That roof was fear,
And cage was chain,
And into fray,
We all must lead,
To hate and slay,
And love and breed,
And it was then,
By fate and grace,
That I knew sin,
And I knew mace,
The man then said,
That die we must,
Soaked in red,
Or fade to dust,
But before we’re slain,
We all must face,
The peaceful chain,
Or the violent mace.

Poet: Nicholas Bradvica