The Hearts Of The Soldiers Poem by Darrick wiggins

What does it take to receive bravery?
a hand that will stick unto you;
like being on guard for the chivalry;
is it a mystery, I don't have no clue;
while my heart being used to
complete a major task;
as the path of my bloodstreams
are overloaded;
between my heart, liver, lungs,
and kidneys, does it matter
what size;
to be seperated or assorted;
into a bundle of fighters among
their own;
they all speak different languages;
and they all have secrets;
that their cover couldn't never
be blown;
by the outside of the temple are
being interrogated;
the core of organs respond into
one large unit;
I say peace, love, and happiness
to my loyal subjects;
so which one could be innocent;
or is it the ones that we supposed
to eject;
from the body of the temple to
concieve their armor;
as they protects each other;
from destroying their morals.