YOUNG MARTYRS

Gather round comrades, have you won?
Do you think your work here is done?
You are honorable men of pride,
who have always put death aside.

Your courage have always forced it's way,

to hold back the enemies at bay.
Even hell will swallow down its lie
that you were not ever ready to die.

You were never fools who did crave,
the glamour of death and grave.
Some for you cried while some lied,
it is for them that you have died!

The bonfires in your farewell flare,
to salute your daring that is rare.
The smile lasted in your lingering pain,
as soldiers never die on martyrs' lane.

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