Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who's the valiant of them all?'

'The farmers that battle day and night-
On the fields of crops with all their might,
Wrestling against the sun and storms
To nourish the ungracious hungry human worms.

The wandering matriarch on the bustling thoroughfare,
Attempting to receive a considerable share
Of money or food, by exhausting her strength-
To feed the starving youngs at home.

Lurking behind branches and deadly wires,
The intrepid soldier clenches no fear,
Renouncing pleasurable ties with family and beloved-
The nation's proud warrior prepares for his blood to shed.

Serving the poor, healing the helpless,
For those who are deserted by the ignorant and careless;
Workers of philanthropy, doctors of might
Tread forward to shroud their frights.

And Many more to count but never end
Do I keep track of courageous women and men.
Yet with society's brutal irony hovering,
Mankind on them bestows not equivalent credit.

Hence, my queen, I ardently beseech,
For you to outpour within all your reach--
Your precious reverence, importance and fondness~
To the lionhearts--by obliging,
With my little speech.'




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