Semper Fidelis
(A Song of the United States Marine Corps — November 10)
By BR.Giga
I sing the song of thunderous hearts!
Of men and women molded by fire,
born where the flag unfurls above storm and salt,
where the ocean itself salutes their march.
O proud day! November’s breath upon the fields,
and the earth remembers the step of the few—
the proud—the Marines!
Forged at dawn in Philadelphia’s forge,
tempered on every shore where Liberty stands guard.
I hear their cadence echo from Belleau Wood,
their voices rise from Iwo’s crimson sand,
their silhouettes in frozen Chosin winds,
their boots printing history across Fallujah’s dust.
Every age, a new recruit—
every age, the same immortal flame.
From sea to shining sea,
their mothers’ prayers are folded into the flag,
their fathers’ pride stitched into each stripe.
In the hush before reveille,
I feel the drumbeat of generations—
a living pulse that will not yield.
O Marines! the Republic’s steadfast keepers,
your oath is the marrow of our might.
No tyrant’s roar, no storm of steel
can drown the hymn you carry within—
that fearless music of belonging,
of duty, of love unbroken.
Lift your eyes, sons and daughters of the Corps!
The stars themselves align to your salute.
Each fallen comrade whispers through eternity—
their names now part of the republic’s song.
And I, a poet of the common clay,
salute you in the tongue of the soul—
for courage such as yours is not shouted,
it hums, steady and eternal, in the heart of the nation.
So sing, America, with grateful breath!
Raise the banner high on this sacred day!
For the spirit of the Corps endures, unbent,
undaunted through all tides and trials—
Always Faithful.

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