The hearth

I am the defender and helper of man

On my right hand is light

And on my left is the tree

But the fourth child coming was not meant to be


I am the foreigner who has traveled the world

From the shores of destruction

To the wide skies of hope

But nowhere surpasses my horse trodden hearth


I am the legacy of triumph over tragedy

The blood and tears on foreign soil

The sweat and toil of my ancestors' labor

But all of the hardships have made us stronger


I am the defender and helper of man

And for those I love I will give all i have

To fulfill my name and be the best I can be

I will walk with my right hand of light

And my left of the tree

This poem is about: 
My family
My country


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