Mashujaa

To the heroes and heroines

Who get no plaques.

Who in their small ways

And endless battles

Fight their own villains.

To the heroes and heroines

Who on their sleeves wear their hearts

Who demand neither staues

Nor favours

Who trudge on and mind their brothers

And put first their sisters

And defend their sons and daughters.

To the heroes and heroines

Who ride the waves

Who keep raising their heads

Their hands

Their voices

To speak up

And act right.

To the heroes and heroines

Who know that they are kings and queens

Leading princes and princesses.

To the faceless heroes and heroines

With no marching bands

With no chase cars

No ceremonial swords

Or pretentious smiles

Who dig deep each dawn

To stay true to themselves till dusk.

To the faceless heroes and heroines

Who work the works

Without waiting for pats on their backs.