George’s Fight

He could have run
Twice
Urged

Would you?

Do we even want
To run
To leave?
Is it much better
Leaving that pull at our shoulder
Never removed from knowing
We run

Or should it just
Be faced
Because a beast
Beast-man, or sickly
Trait inside
Half the time
Shrivelled when looked in the eye
Fiends can have their fists broken
Upon resolve
And you can rise
With those hard day-after-days
Of toil, not struggle
Break its back, not yours
Not for reward
Not for life
Or terror
Or end to strive
But because
You can
And when one decides
Why should you, slayer and re-maker
Not choose right and wise?

By J.W.H. Hobbs.