Poetic Uniforms

No, life will not be the same someone would die, and the others will live for tell. This is not a game neither its vacation in a hotel we are defending a country and its people. They need protection, we protected them. Our guns don’t shoot, they sing justice. We give peace who needed.  Innocent people. Green as the grass and the uniforms are heavier than an elephant. We carry on to give liberty and order to this country. I left my family to bring a more safe place. The colour of the uniform, its green, dry and dark leaves, the cloth it's dry and rough in the touch. And as we said: "Better now than never" join the army and your honor will fly higher as condor in the Andes. Forever and ever we are bringing peace for all the population of Colombia. Thanks, for being always there as the Che would say " Be the nightmare of who pretend take out our dreams.  Thanks, Soldiers.

My army uniform is heavier than a whale.

My uniform is ugly like a dead.

My army jacket zips every time before the fight. 

These colors are as depressing as war. 

These symbols are perturbing as death.

My uniform conveys the sadness and misery l felt.

My fabric expressed the same fear I had.

The buttons of my uniform pop through the holes. 

This uniform was armor on the battlefield.

My uniform represents the professionalism I had. 

My uniform is like a prison, it keeps me locked away from everything I ever wanted. 

The sky is blue and my shirt is always the same 

My team has already won all these games 

We win even if you give your best 

because we are the greatest 

We wear the colors of the people, yellow for brightness

Blue for talent and red for fearless

We are as strong as the kings of the jungle

We are as valuable as a million diamonds 

We create the show for people to enjoy

And let me tell you it is not only for boys 

We protect our shirt and it protects us 

Our talent will drive you nuts 

We dance like a bird across the sky every time we score 

And the whole stadium keeps asking for more 

You like the color of my shirt because to play with it is your dream  

The power of my sword

There is no better weapon in the world

To describe it I don´t need words

Just feel when I use it your heart burned

Watch my skills that I´ve improved

Before my mastermind, you will be dust

Join to me or you´ll be doomed

My adversary is to assume

The moment he sees my costume

He is in front of a white shine

And obviously the victory will be mine

And before me, his knees will decline

You are strong like the wind

The wind that moves your tiny hairs that are visible throughout your big roughly helmet.

That even if it weighs a pond of rocks you would still fight forever

Fight for freedom and life

For the country, you carry on your chest

The flag with a gold frame that you purpose to live in and die for it

While slowly the grass sticks to your whole body just to be one,

The grass, that makes you powerful and at the same time invisibly visible

Because the women behind sweat and effort you make the whole country be proud of your work

The colors you carry in the soft fabric of your camouflage with the color sand behind your big grass jacket that fights for the ones it can't.

With your boots black that then turn purple, in pain and numb but that was the one that made it to the final part of the race.

When the first egg cracks. Hope is borne inside, The cloth white as a  cotton starts, But as a plant, it changes through time. This stage came faster than a snap, The blue color mixes with the sky, Blue as loyalty but still not the best of mine, Years have passed away, leading me the person I am today, Black represents more than elegance and sophistication, It means the patience of this long way, That led me to become the best.

A doctor can save our lives 

His uniform used as a weapon to keep us alive

Their coats, gloves and face masks that protect

Help us all during this time of despair

Always impeccable and ready to serve

To our life that they preserve 

Blue, green or white as symbols of respect 

In their uniform from the Medicare 

In the medical field, the uniform highlights their compromise

So, a hero Is what we are looking at 

Doctors save us even at sunrise 

And their uniform is a soft armor 

Token of their fight 

Collin sexton SWISHED across the court 

Acrobatic dunks shot, sweat dripping across the nylon soft sweatshirt

Very rough ball held firmly like an ironsmith holds his hammer 

An honor which is a blessing in disguise.

Light yellow for energy, dark red for power, blue for intelligence they symbolize.

In was the ball, all the hard work put into the game was worth it

Excitement all over the court.

Running faster than a lightning bolt danced across the sky.

Suddenly the team realized that they won, pizza, smiles, and music and this is the end of my story. 

As white as the light your colors are  

Sunlight passes through your golden eyes

Terror you feel when space traps you in the dark

Rubber pressure suit all over me, hugging and sticking to my skin

Other million trips I would go through, my seams spirit would never die

Nothing else can be compared with it, once I wear my uniform I have a change of heart 

All the soft and light materials make me dream for a second

Unreal all the  symbols I represent, from my national flag to space and stars

Those materials make us look like a cyborg or a robot, but in the inside is pretty ugly though.

His uniform is light as a feather, to be fast like an eagle.