Matyr Poem by Fate McFate

We called out Daddy
He thus promised to return
Mom cried honey.

For loyalty was his
On a mission of patriotism
To his motherland.

Peace we never have
Was what he died for
Fought for freedom of all
To see all laugh
All to know geography.

Now worse are this
This who were patriotic
on the front line of war
for the sovereignity of us.

We're under dismare
in a tone we enjoy
yet we say nothing.

Is this what father fancied?
was this their dream?
that we remain same?
under new identity?