White Helmets Rekindling Hope

When all hope was gone, There they were, Where no mortal should ever need to go, And no general would ever ask it of them, Their helmets, the whitest of whites, Their hearts filled with the purist Love, Their minds and limbs, as hard as steel, As they stuck to their task, Rekindling hope where none was thought to exist, Giving us the merest of glimpses, As to why we should continue to strive against the odds, So one day we can all wear helmets of the whitest white, And maybe a set of wings to match.