War Poem by Mehrdad Dadkhah

Let me whisper a tale of 325 names.
Carved on tombstones yet it left us all pale.
Though digits to some maybe.
To some it is about robbed souls.
It didn't take much time,5 minutes and they were hollows

'Died for the good' was the epitaph they left behind. 
While their revenge and unspoken dreams were fated undone.
Oh! How inquiet I became by the soothing words that praised them as brave.
Burned my eyes those gleaming medals of theirs. It belied their joy the sadness they craved.

How sad that the answer eludes me still.
They were called brave but we knew that is not how it seemed.
How numb it made me feel the cruelty of war that became our norm.
I lampoon the forlorn feeling as their trace was forever covered in soil-like womb