One Truth

If there was one truth,

That I could hold dear,

It would be that me and you,

Had to fight to get right here.

So many bloody battles,

Lost to history,

And when I think back on my past,

I wonder what my future will think.

I never want to forget,

The way my ancestors fought,

And the paths that they carved,

Of strength they took a lot.

This position of comfort,

That I occupy now,

Is not a privilege,

But a gift from the ox's plow.