In tailored suits and guarded shades they stand, A silent shield across a shifting land. Unseen, unheard, they trace the crowds with care, A steady pulse beneath the public glare.
With eyes that scan the rooftops and the street, Where power, policy, and peril meet, They form a living wall of calm control, And make another's safety-check their goal.
No names remembered, though their vigil's deep,
The quiet guardians while the nations sleep.
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