With muffled drum the drummer beats his requiem
Whilst pipers play their mournful tune
In deep respect for one taken so soon
As casket adorned in flowers bold
Try shielding the world from horrors untold
A silent throng with heads solemnly bowed
Cast tears of regret on to sovereign ground
Whilst women sob and grown men cry
As if a final lullaby.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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