He stormed into the castle of blinding fire,
As the river of bullets
Whistled by his side,
The night became a scorching monument of freedom
And 'fire at will' his right.
The darkness escaped the terrorized valley
Through the midnight hail of artillery
'fire at will! '
'fire at will! '
Came the deadly orders.
As we inhaled breaths of mortal courage.
The dawn when appeared from the eastern sky,
Humanity shrieked in utter violence.
And a hundred bodies laid on both sides
While freedom became a fictitious memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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