His bow is his mind,
His arrows are his skills,
His quiver is full.
The story of his face paint is replaced by the
stories in his heart.
The hand print on his pony is replaced by
the hand prints left on the lives he has touched.
While he wears a shirt and tie,
he is still a warrior none the less.
He does not seek out the battles,
the battles find him
His foes curse his name.
Injustice is the battle field.
As with the warriors of old,
the reasons for war remain the same,
Someone must protect the child,
the elder, the weak.
Principles and values, honor and
dignity will forever be the spoils.
The mighty warrior remains proud at heart.
He walks the gauntlet of indifference,and apathy.
He marks coup each time the suffering
rejoices with equality.
The quiet warrior, the spirit warrior,
the modern warrior.
