The Unsung Heroes

The unsung heroes

Stand behind the scenes of the bloodbath,

Of mayhem and its aftermath

With heavy hearts and stoic faces.

Trudging through the marshlands of unnecessary waste:

Deprecation, ignorance, and unexplainable inequality,

Battling the intangible enemy of destruction,

Whose sole purpose is to degrade and tear down the invincible spirit.

The unsung heroes never break stride,

Never give in to defeat,

Never waiver in belief,

But with heads held high

Endure ridicule and senseless abuse,

Paying the price for pride.

There is no time to grieve,

No time to sit and do nothing.

There is no time to meditate,

Letting the soft spring air and light lilac fragrance

Permeate the heart

As the stench of hatred casts its shadow of ugliness.

The unsung heroes carry the silenced voices,

Commanding a home for love and righteousness,

A place where justice prevails,

Persevering through the raging hot coals of the battle

So that others can see the eventual simmer of a glowing ember,

Ensuring that the message of those before will not be lost

Or buried in the annals of history as a fleeting moment,

Like that of a quick wisp of a spring breeze.

The unsung heroes

Carry on the legacy of the Dream

The necessity of the fight

And the indestructible idea of mankind.

Eventually breaking the silence,

Coming out of the shadows

As the inspiration, the national symbol

And the flame of recognition

Of honorable men gunned down,

Who left families to grow strong,

Inheriting a voice to be heard

Under the tutelage of the unsung heroes:

Their widows.