At Peace
He had the grace of a buffalo
And the strength of a gazelle,
But he wore it comfortably
And we loved him for it.
His secret was contentment.
It empowered us all.
We were unbeaten, unwounded.
Many challenged us,
Striking below the surface
Attacking everything they valued.
We remained untouched,
Hidden in the open.
We were who we claimed to be,
Invisible to the stealthy,
A monument to the innocent
And he loved us for it.
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