They are soldiers, not with guns and ammo,
But only masks, gloves and gears as they go,
Armed with drugs, hope, and most of all courage
Against the viral enemy’s black rage.
Like the dragon that breathes and belches fire,
He trails terror and death across climes,
And strikes nations fierce with most beastly ire,
And armies retreat where his death spoil climbs.
Still in the front lines these brave soldiers march,
But to save lives where armies fear to match,
Sworn to die or live for the lives they save,
Who are our heroes for a price so grave.
Man’s hopes and fears saddle these soldiers' fight,
Who still have the final victory in sight!