The strong aren t meat, the weak don t eat

Only the strong can truly forgive,
The weak nurse grudges just to live.
Resentful of self, in anger they roll,
Betraying themselves, revenge is their goal.

The weak won't change, they lack the will,
Blaming all others for every ill.
Unaware of how sick they are inside,
They wait for time to turn the tide.

"Eye for an eye" is the weak man’s creed,
Patience is something they never heed.
For a loyal alliance, they’re unfit and dazed,
Breaking apart in the very first phase.

An eye for ten blind infantrymen—
That’s the strong's choice, again and again.
Fearless and tearless, he stands his ground,
His debt to himself is paid and bound.

The strong changes first, starts from within,
Collecting his anamnesis under the skin.
By helping others, he heals his soul,
Giving the truth to make others whole.

But what is the use of truth today?
When feasts of illusions lead minds astray.
Each meal is followed by clinches and cries,
In a fight where the deaf meets the blind man’s eyes