From dust of heroes that rain turned to mud,
To sullied air, when martyrs breathed their last,
To waters, so mingled with warriors' blood,
To cliffs, resounding death as throes are cast;
So hallowed is this ground, in every way,
Beyond the homage honor oft bestows,
Beyond the wreaths that dignitaries lay,
And much beyond what humanity knows;
I breathed the essence of their struggles made,
Not well remembered, easy to forget,
Whilst in my mind, the scenes of battles played,
And how so bloody, history did get;
....Now, grass covers the dust after those years,
....I swear that grass still smears of orphans' tears.
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