NA miji (the man)

Na MIJI, the pillar of the home, Like a rock in the middle of a river’s flow. When the skies grow dark with storm, He stands as light, refusing to bow. His face bears the sun and dust, Etched with strength, silent and just. A voice of the farm and herds, His staff in hand, never shaken by words. Behind him, the ram — a crown of pride, Power and humility side by side. His garment tells a moving tale, Of two on a cart where cattle trail. A man is more than flesh and bone, He’s a heart built strong and stone. He rises before the break of day, So his home may walk in a peaceful way. Hands that labor, eyes that see, No shame in toil, no wish to flee. A builder of land, a nurturer of hope, Rooted in culture, with dreams that cope. You are a man — Not for a thunderous tone, But for your calm, your truth, your stand, For the knees that never moan. Na MIJI, the pride of home and street, A living tale of history’s beat. The world will shift, time will bend, But men like you — their light won’t end. 1d