6/5/24
Fallen the thousandth time
He rose for nine ninety-nine
His goal was not far from him
Yet now he grew sad and grim
What future is now in store?
Will he fall a thousand more?
What matters the battles lost
When war won is worth the cost?
A glimmer of hope he found
Now rising up off the ground
A thousandth he chose to rise
His goal now before his eyes
Pilgrim Poet 