Silent Heroes

He wakes at dawn and tills the land

And loves the feel of earth in hand

With steadfast heart and conscience deep

He does a sacred treasure keep

As she will thus her children raise

And nurture well through bitter days

Without concern for recompense

She does her very life dispense

Much as the boy who will defend

The ridicule of some poor friend

Besieged by peers who taunt and hiss

He does his own acceptance risk

As children in the midst of war

Still laugh and play much as before

The years of carnage without end

That seem to fade then come again

They are the folk of everyday

Who seem so plain in every way

Who sacrifice throughout the years

Without the lauds of praise or cheers

A world entrusted to their care

They are the people everywhere

Who answer life’s eternal call

They are the silent heroes all

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