The fallen soldiers
Fell down like-
-like a crest of wave
Hitting the sand
Like the flock of birds
Missing from the cureless sky
The dignity and pride
Is lifted up and high;
The cheers are screaming
From the mindless mind;
But at what cost?
The souls ascend and descend
As it climbs up and down the stairs
Of heaven and hell;
One may choose to live
The life of afterlife
The brutality of war
Is like a poisoned wine
Like the darkness
Of a Raven’s tress
The shadows created
By men with vengeance
And filled with pride
As people meet
Death, with innocent eyes
As with strange aeons
Even death may die
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