Demolished buildings covered in soot
Scattered debris, no one cares
The nauseating stink of blood and marred flesh
Muffled cries of pain echoing,
Dangling and gasping
For a breath…
Cowards hide but heroes rise
Marching forward, never looking backward
Covering their ears, hearing earsplitting gunshots
Bullets are flying, guns bellowing
The death shadowing…
Every moment, only the uncertainty of life
Soldiers fall, defending us, even at their swan song
They return, on the shoulders of the fellowship
Draped with a flag
Hearses covered in wreaths…
Widows are sobbing, mourning and cursing
Pyres are burning amidst the volleys
The glory awaits, a medal or a star
A mere symbol of valiance
Yes, there is a glory…
But can glory fill the burning fires of agony,
Of the ones who left?
Dedicated to our war heroes, by Ishara Nimeshi
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