We stand in our army,
A league comprised of the most audacious,
The most elite and most courageous,
Struggling for your justice,
Protesting for your rights—
Oh, yes. We fight.
Needing not weaponry or artillery But rather shields of raw forgiveness,
And sharpened swords of flattery
We stand as fighters of peace.
Warriors you tag as dreamers,
Fighting a battle you call futile
Aiming for a victory you call unfeasible.
And yet, we love you. We do.

We stand here fighting each moment.
Driven by callous discouragement,
Determined to face the terrors you hurdle,
Fostered by pure benevolence
Motivated to promote tolerance.
We stand in our army—
Soldiers of the unrelenting sort,
Fighting against you and fighting for you,
A chosen lifestyle, not a fleeting chore—
A matter of winning the war to end all wars.