I look at him and what do I see
but a kind hearted soul wanting to help keep us free.
Free from harm of governments ways
free from all danger for the rest of our days.
A hard working soul with a chiseled outer core,
when danger lurks it is the Ironman
that the enemy must then endure.
Fighting for human rights worldwide,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem