once more unto the breach
headlong into the cruel
gnashing teeth of calamity
knowing the intimate feel of real fear
that no coward
has ever once touched
armed with steely resolve
to protect and defend
they bend back the instinct
for self-preservation
re-aiming it outward
reshaping it into the noblest of tools
for the rescue of victims
as peril surrounds them
with bullets or flames
with temblors or floods
they give succor to innocents
saving with even but one hapless soul
all the essence
of fellow humanity
Posted by: Ron DuBour | June 17, 2014
First Responders
Posted in Poetry
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