Warriors’ Song
Each morning, we must mount our horse
called Bravery, and ride.
We have to face the fiercest force –
the enemy inside.
This enemy can start a war
in young and old alike.
The battles leave us aching, sore –
it’s strong, knows how to strike.
Sometimes we might have help to stop
the onslaught – trusty knights.
They’re our injections, pills we pop
so we can win our fights.
But other times, it’s in our blood
so hot, it’s like a fire.
The battleground grows thick with mud
that rises ever higher.
It’s hard to be a warrior,
to brave the constant strife.
We hope, one day, there’ll be a cure
to last us all through life.
called Bravery, and ride.
We have to face the fiercest force –
the enemy inside.
This enemy can start a war
in young and old alike.
The battles leave us aching, sore –
it’s strong, knows how to strike.
Sometimes we might have help to stop
the onslaught – trusty knights.
They’re our injections, pills we pop
so we can win our fights.
But other times, it’s in our blood
so hot, it’s like a fire.
The battleground grows thick with mud
that rises ever higher.
It’s hard to be a warrior,
to brave the constant strife.
We hope, one day, there’ll be a cure
to last us all through life.
This poem is copyright (©) Felicity Teague 2025

About the Writer
Felicity Teague
Felicity Teague (Fliss for short) lives in Cheltenham, not far from Pittville Park and its wonderful wildlife. She has a very serious job in publishing and enjoys writing poems during her playtime. Her poetry has appeared in a number of journals and two years ago she published a first collection, From Pittville to Paradise. Her second collection is due out next year. She also enjoys art, birdwatching, films, music, and photography.