Some moments never seem to pass,
some with time never seem to fade.
Still we move on in life – alas,
and so soon forget our comrade.
Brave men with guns did roar,
some martyrs before canons thundered.
Spitted fire with fierceness and furore,
whilst never like cowards shuddered.
Some marched with blood and sweat,
while some never came back home.
With tears and courage ground was wet,
the brave souls here still today roam.
Green fields with blood turned red,
while the sky was clear and blue.
God sobbed when He saw the dead,
and blessed them to give life anew.Prasenjit©1997-2011
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