Guardians of the Soil

They rise before the sun dares blink, In fields where silence learns to think. Steel in hand and fire in soul, They march ahead to pay war’s toll. Not for glory, nor for gain— But to shield us from the storm and pain. Their names unsaid in daily crowds, Yet written bold among the clouds. With uniforms worn not in pride, But as a promise—none shall hide. They bleed so borders hold their line, Their courage cut from cloth divine. Their mothers kiss their shadowed face, Not knowing if they'll win the race Between a bullet and a breath, Between survival and silent death. They sleep beneath a foreign sky, Dreams pierced with every distant cry. Yet still they stand, through blood and sand, With oath and rifle in their hand. They know not rest, they know not ease, They serve in snow, in storms, in seas. A heartbeat steady, sharp and bold, Their stories rarely ever told. Yet every child who learns to play, Owes joy to those who kept harm away. And every flag that’s raised to fly Salutes the brave who dared to die. So let us never turn our eyes From those who walk where danger lies. Their silence speaks, their honor shines— The guardians of our bloodlines.

Author: James world