ODE TO A SOLDIER
He chose to become what others couldn’t dare;
A man of honour to be found so very rare.
Sacrificing everything for the ashes of his father;
A selfless man proudly serving his native mother.
He neither feels cold nor the scorching heat;
From North to South he sets his marching feat.
Committed to protect his land and the human race;
He rambles across the woods knowing what to face.
He defends, he battles wearing a thorny crown;
He inspires and emboldens but never lets us down.
Weighed down by his rucksack full of blue emotion;
A soldier works for glory not for self-promotion.
A medal for infinity covers the wound of his chest;
Scars on his mind remain rooted deep in his nest.
The comrades in his arms make the best dream;
Even when they fail, the spirit never stops to scream.
Fall he may in the face of tiring wars;
The soul lives forever beneath the scores of scars.
Angels fly to receive him as the darling growl and cries;
But the silence shouts to tell them that a soldier never dies.
– Col AC