hard concrete ground breaks, nation mourns in chorus
feet of comrades take slow, soulful steps into an
eternal sanctuary weaved for the brave souls
to rest in opal solitude full of white roses
the day when lives drifted helplessly
in battlefield, in front of bloodthirsty
monsters, behind the steel guns
wrapped in cloth of cruelty
quilted by selfish actions
tinted by black deeds
greed, and dying
peace for them
but not for
us.
relentless
storm fires rain
incessant meteors
came from 3 directions
lightning exchange of quick,
tiny trains in action, heartlessly
maiming the camouflage trees into
a mass butchery, brown branches start
to lose color, barks rust in a fading motion
except for high-spirited hearts inside the leaves
lately, forty-four leaves also collapse during the fall
humbly join hands, golden sunbeams head to God above.
sheep with same wool bath in ephemeral, spiral tears
solemn memories of the fallen rise fresh in roaring
cascades, where waters are blue and new like
a sparkling sapphire frowning in the jade
crystals that once shone on their faces
a filament of blue, red, yellow and
white, myriad of true golds
now resting in stellar
ships, carried by
fellow friends
down to a
velvet
isle.
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