You are ever so graceful as you poise your fists
Straighten your slender arms and slow
Bow lower than low beneath the rising sun.

Then standing tall straining you smile as if
The Shinto inside you is a burning charm
You shut out your pain hoping peace will finally come.

You have lived to serve everyone.

The UC, the IBD
They recognise not
The borders or the seas
They recognise neither skin nor tongue
Nor the history that tries to come
Between you and me.

Love and Service define the free.