Iron Generation II.

We are not loud.

We never were.

We do not ask for a word, we do not ask for justice, we do not ask for applause.

We just do our job.

We get up in the morning the same way we did yesterday, and we will do the same tomorrow.

The world changes around us, words change, values ​​wear out,

but something inside us remains unmoved.

This is not stubbornness.

This is loyalty.

To the word.

To the promise.

To be "right", even when no one is listening to us anymore.

We are the ones who do not ask if it is worth being good.

We do not weigh morality at a price.

We do not calculate honesty at interest.

If we need to help, we help.

If we need to listen, we listen.

If we need to stand, we stand.

Not because we are heroes.

But because we are used to it.

And as fewer and fewer of us remain,

our absence will become more and more noticeable.

Not because of the noise.

But because of the silence that remains behind us.

Because where there was support before, there is now uncertainty.

Where there was a backbone before, there is now an excuse.

Where there was a straight road before, there is now a bend, an explanation, a bargain.

We do not bargain with our principles.

We do not update the truth according to version number.

We do not bend honor to make it more convenient.

And maybe one day we will truly disappear.

Not spectacularly.

Not dramatically.

Just quietly, like those who have put down their tools.

The world will then seem lighter.

But it will not be stronger.

Because what we carry is not a sound, not a slogan, not a fashion.

It is support.

And support is not noisy.

It just holds.