Battles are Fought for Principles

I cross muddy rivers
Covered with the blood of blame
That the whole world has cast upon me
It floods my eyes, my ears, my mouth
But makes the sword stick to my hand

At this hour, none goes with me
They warn me of the great danger ahead
And advise me to take the back way
Of easiness and peace

But ---

Importance give I - not
To the one who simply wants
to feel important
For, such a position is
Reserved to - The Only One

I stand alone waving the sword
And piercing through darkness
It makes loud noise, neighbours complain
I am liable in private nuisance
Yet I go on piercing
For I know, a great light hides behind

Established ---

 I have been given
Hands, brain and all capacity
To make a way against the minimum standard -
The doctrine of reliance stinks

Whatever the fight -
Whether it be in the battlefield
Or at home,
Nothing can dissuade
Even though the fruits of it
I might not live to see ripe,
The outcome positively outnumbers
My pain -
Let even my great-grand children
Harvest the fruits of my labour.