#WritcoPoemPrompt8
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat
standing tall through, the shivering cold, the burning heat
shedding a lot of sweat and blood
falling and standing through , a full of emotions flood
battling like a warrior
drinking like a bird
feeding like a beggar
standing in alone in a enemy herd
they have earned this
they have won this
they are the scholars of the army
they are the most precious weapons of the army

© Shanid