With you, you protected the nation
To nourish multiple generations.
You took the wounds upon yourself
Never letting the pain to hinder you
Knowing a great future was ahead
But a great fight was to get you bled.
Keeping yourself up all night
the whole morning
In the day
You had no sleep
Your lack of sleep has created now prosperous country
That without your strong backbone
We would not have
We thank God for the strength that was sent down
And directly inside your flesh and muscles
You were a father to children, a son to your parents
You were a mother to children, a daughter to your mother
I call you my sheroes
- Author: Cesuke (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 14th, 2022 23:27
- Category: Special occasion
- Views: 4
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