The Choice Poem by Jon Owens

The path of a warrior is that which is unseen
A Road untravelled, yet quietly familiar
A measured smell of inequity, and fear
A bitter path of longing, and dissapointment

But behind his turmoil seeds life, freedom
Behind his exhaustion spreads light
He does not control his fate, nor his death
His strength is not his, but those he protects

They are the inheritors, the builders of nations
He belongs to the sea, the great destroyer of men