The brave bellow and the game goes on

the brave bellow and the game goes on...the brave flutter and flourush..saunter the weak...weak who???its probable that the weak be damned be so cornered that they dont realise the virtuous never even raise their voices...wondering whether their voices will be drowned in the voice of the brave......!!!!the "big brother"shouts ...we listen ....as if we are sometimes given a choice....we are to be half dead or probably half alive(is it possible!!!)voices over we turn to our heads hands which falls over heels ..heels of sand...of gargle...of garish...of the candyman variety....and denote the voices of the brave have expired.the brave laugh...lauds us to their own benifit..and if possible prepares us for the worst.or the best.our metamorphosis into the brave world has just started.and thevoices dont even realise!!!!