I cry for the fallen
Children of perdition
A nation in oppression
A people inconsolable
I cry for the mothers
Sons and daughters taken
Wounded eyes awaken
To a future miserable
I cry for the fathers
Homes burned down
Bodies on the ground
The agony immeasurable
I cry for the children
Lives broken and stolen
Their names forgotten
They are no more
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