A sonnet of appreciation

A sonnet of appreciation 
Sacrifice’s the sowing of seeds pure, true
A disclosure of love towards your crew,
Family, friends and even foe alike.
So also it is power and courage
For to go towards a conflict with rage,
To commit oneself to the course with psych 
Is a feat of supreme nobility,
Knowing well that the return is not sure
But still willing to give and your hearts pour.
Honor, adoring, applause and praise hearty
To you our mighty warriors we bestow
There at the frontline to you we kowtow
O our dear health practitioners, our stars 
Fighting Covid-19, may your strength know no bars. 

                      James Kaluna

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