I get a glimpse of the ugly creatures

As I first trespass into their domain.

It's not as though they don't have fine features,

But inside lives a deaf'ning hurricane.

Though they do little but fight, yell, and swear,

I cannot desert them, I am too drawn.

Suddenly I know that yes, I do care,

And soon I will be naught but my heart's pawn.

They need not return the strange affection,

Nor reward me by offering praise.

I long to act as their soul's protection,

To save these half-grown men from their own ways.

Love them or loathe them you still must beware,

Lest they trap your heart and keep it fore'er.

This poem is about: 
My community


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