14 June 2012
We as writers do as what we were born to do... We weave tales without them being known as lies, And love people, places , Feel experiences without ever experiencing them.. We are used to the sidelines, As all of us writers here have our own different story... But it isn't them which make us strong, It is our ability to write something that belongs... To inspire, to stop those who conspire with a laughing end, Smile our way on Death and Pain's face.. And where other's where break, collapse in hurt, We embrace the dirt and write a masterpiece to comfort. This is our story, The world is a bit more our stage, Because we ask questions that were not meant to be asked, We discover truths that noone knew we ever had. We know drama, philosophy, optimism and realism, And in the end, knows what lies behind all our chasms.
So when writers write for the right to fight, The clash in a dash with a shockwave that shakes us all. We keep thinking to tell those fighters to stop being bothered whether the ball is in their court or not is not how we were brought up. Yes by parents, but not who we are all, no... It was and is poetry, speech, inspiration, perseverance and scared God himself,
Who brought us here. So though all of us think the same freaking things, Only few risk to stand up and say it. And I did, only because I care for this world we have created, It doesn't matter, whether this was or wasn't fated, It is our right, for we have all fought, and waited.
This time we'll embrace the light within, Destroy the hype which embracing the dark has become. Rebuild Opuss with foundations of bright, And look forward for all that is to come.
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Writer's Fight • Opuss № I