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Jun 2015
He speaks with
countless words,
we listen.
When we sleep,
there he is watching
with our cries, our sorrows
there he is to protect.

I am one of his knights
He is our king.
The pillar of our domain
with no gold crown and rings.
Dressed with a simple cloth
he does not mind
as long as his knights are fed,
well cared and well dressed.

Swords so blunt,
but his presence is sharp
even with his shadow we
feel safe.
A king in our era
fighting a war not his
but ours.

He is the vibrant color
red of the rainbow after
every rain.
The strong pillar of Rome,
with all the wisdom and courage
of a thousand years.

We are bound to him,
our respect is limitless
the greatest Argonaut
of our lineage.
Our first Hero,
Our father.
ERA
Written by
ERA  Davao City, Philippines
(Davao City, Philippines)   
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