Heroes.
Red white blue, the colors of our flag
They stand tall, against the enemy's weak stag
Our freedom, their price to pay
To keep us alive, day after day
They risk their lives to protect ours
They make the enemy Stand down in cower.
Images we only see in the movies.
And they face it all
So what is it to these
Protectors
Heros
Saviours
Is it the power or the glory
Or to make sure we continue our story....
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country