Your painful eyes look downward
and shoulders are weighted from grief.
Your gait is slow and week.
Strength is displayed -
Even in this.
The bloodline of a patriot
pulses in your veins -
for you are a Fortunate Son.
A breastplate of allegiance
displays your loyalty.
Gentle and meek,
Honest and angry, all
virtues of valor you behold.
Your voice carries far
and settles among the trees -
for you are a Fortunate Son.