Hero

I know a man who loves his country so much.
A man who can sacrifice his own precious life
For the safety of his fellowmen
A man who would rather leave his family for months
Months that turn into lonely years
To protect and defend his land
Even without assurance 
When will he coming back
but the question is
would he come back alive?
When the day that he'll return
will he walks with gladness in his eyes 
and has enthusiasm to meet his family
Family that he had never seen for such a long time
Or will his family see the bed where his body lays
and lament for their lost
This man is not just an ordinary man.
He is not just a father to his children,
a husband to his wife
But he's the defender of our land
A defender that not all of us can be
His passion for keeping peace is unmeasurable
His love is unexplainable  
His life deserves the best care in this world
but instead of experiencing those pleasures
He'd rather go to camp even without a lamp
The darkness of night covers his 
oily and earthy smell all over his body
but it doesn't matter at all
The most important thing is to hide
and deceive his country's enemies
To this man who can do everything for his land
I salute you
For giving such a hundred percent of your effort
For letting us experience peace and assurance
For fighting for our rights
And finally, for shoeing your undying love
for our land


* You can watch my performance poetry here
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NcpaUzVsk4

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