For the relentless pursuit of interest
Not of one’s self,
but of the compatriots you dearly loved and deeply cared about.
As in endless spite of swords daggered
Upon those reduced to treason
Against the welfare of land
Where our heroes had given us birth.
The color of strength
A selfless dedication to service
A passion religiously taken
Through the height of your fierce,
‘Til the dusk of your breath.
And though finally you have taken flight
Never are the heavens far to reach—
For a glance above is all one needs
And a conspicuous fireball will then surface,
And it is you
We are looking up to.