Though many seek to destroy,
tear asunder the ties that bind,
to take from me my serenity,
I will not bow.
Though many may seek to defame,
to separate mother from child,
to expose brutal and violent philosophy,
I will not bow.
Though the tides converge,
crashing waves with overwhelming force,
I cannot hope to overcome,
I will not bow.
Though the forces of fate conspire,
alone am I against the world,
my views are singular and often discouraged,
I will not bow.
Though man will try to change my mind,
to make me see through their eyes,
to see things as they are,
not what they are to me,
I will not bow.
Though contention rages in my world,
though doubt clouds my mind,
caught in the tempters snare,
a creation wrought of man,
I will not bow.
Though tempests will swarm,
maniacal laughter sold as new,
and time will change all things,
I will not bow.
Though the things I love will one day die.
though my generation will fade into obscurity,
a loss of collective value and shared experience,
my progeny will carry the flame,
they will not bow.
Though my body will succumb to the world,
my soul will not,
*I will not bow.
A.P. Beckstead (2013)