Sacred Warrior's Vow

"The Defender" courtesy of WulfSpiryt

The vow of every warrior who ever rode the plains

To protect the children forever will remain.

Those hearts full of courage promised to defend

The Elders and Life Givers, until the bitter end.

Those times are a memory, to many, a bygone day,

But a new Sun is dawning upon the Warrior's Way.

The peaceful Warriors awaken, their hearts hear the cry,

Their eyes embrace the vision, found in Brother Eagle's eye.

They rise from every Nation, ready to claim the right,

To stand as men of courage, the defenders of the light.

THE MODERN WARRIOR

His bow is his mind,
    His arrow are his skills,
        His quiver if full,
        The Story of his face paint if 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.

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