The Greater Good
I soar on high in open flight
to execute my battle plan,
all through the day and into night,
the guardian of my fellow man.
I steel myself to fight, to kill
those who can't see right from wrong,
who try to bend us to their will
and sabotage our victory song.
No order, nor the call to arms
compelled my journey to the skies,
an instant urge, no fear, no qualms,
drove me to question truth from lies
and challenge my mortality.
To vie for human brotherhood,
the measure of eternity,
the struggle for the greater good.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2013
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