The Soldier

He chose to take this profession because it was in his heart. He knew the day would come when all he loved, he would soon part. As he trains for his great mission, he still hears the chants ringing in his head Remembering the protesters and their right to say what they said. He smiles for a brief second, 'cause thats really all he's got "Do they actually know how blessed they are?" he shurgs, "probably not." They have the wrong impression, for it's them he is training for. Along with our country, oh, but there is so much more... There are others who long to be in this place we so causually call home. They swim shark infested oceans or die of thirst in the desert alone. There are children who will never know what clean water is to drink. Yet, we swim in water cleaner and don't even stop to think. Women who are tortured because they dare to show their face. And we go without makeup and think we're a disgrace. As a kid we would hate to get up so early to go to school. Never thinking about children half a world away, where learning is forbidden by their rule. The Father who cries silent tears for he feels as a man his honor is gone. Praying for someone to help his people take back what was once their home. Across the world is a soldier, who somehow feels his prayers. He vows silently to come and help them get back what is rightfully theirs. He knows the people are scared, their will has been surpressed. But, the soldier and his allies are training and their determination will not rest. Yet, still somewhere out there the chants still go. They rant and rave over something they don't even know. For it is not them who felt the prayers of a man half a world away. Nor is it them who insures they have the freedom to chant another day. It is the Soldier and the others who will go and make the wrongs right. For his country, the world and humanity in our honor he will fight!