In Line of Service (The Sonnet)

World is my Louisiana,
I am its Mississippi.
Whenever it's in trouble,
My blood boils in agony.
Each drop of tear around,
Makes my bones ignite.
My life finds its meaning,
As I respond to their plight.
Joy is only joy to me,
When I bring it to others.
If gained in line of service,
Even wounds are my treasures.
Once I die for the people’s future,
Then I can live in peace forever.