A poem by BowStock
Warriors Rise
You may write us down as vanquished
With your snide and twisted lies
You may trod us in the very dirt
But sill, like dust, our Warriors rise.
Did you want to see a Warrior broken?
You think of our demise?
We bowed our head with lowered eyes.
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by soulful cries.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides
Just like hopes springing high,
Still our Warriors rise.
You may shout at us with your
taunts,
You may drown us with your jeers,
You may ridicule our coachin guyz
But still, like air, our Warriors rise.
Do our trusted fanz upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That our One Warrior Nation can stand firm
And run to glory line where sparkling diamonds shine.
Out
Of the despair of betrayal and shame
Our Warrior’s rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in
Pain
They will rise
Black helmets symbolizing our deep dark ocean,
leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling
We bear in the tide.
Leaving behind agonizing memory
and pride
Warriors rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously
clear
Warrior rise!
Bringing the gifts that other
loyal players gave,
The haka we chant and accept this challenge
to victory we pledge to fight
As a WARRIOR
Warrior rise
Warrior rise
Warrior rise.
