Underneath thundering black skies,
The landscape lay with the bodies of demise,
Strewn across the field like lifeless figures,
Deadbodies pressurized by the force of rigor,
Their wounds stay speaking of mutiny,
Of their loss in this war of destiny,
Having faced the foe's eternal wrath,
Each soul now traverses death's path,
Their minds are closed to their physical beings,
Where loved ones weep over them with intolerable pityings,
The vows of victory that they intended to fulfill,
Faint in the realms on nothingness with their toiled skill,
Even as is soothed the troop to its embrace,
The heavens open out their arms wide with eternal grace,
Fresh on the field are the soldiers' bloodstains,
Whilst their testament of glory still remains,
Their folks beseech their eternity in ecstasy,
As the triumphant foes now rejoice this legacy,
Blind are they to the sight of their obliteration,
The image forming in their hearts no alteration,
How deep can be felt the pain of the piercing bullet?
Of the sacrifice that oozes from the blood of the sliced gullet?
Where has the unity amidst mankind been mislaid?
Why does the silence of the mourners hides revenge unpaid?
What comes of the bloodshed caused for peace?
When will this unleashed fury finally come to a cease?
Don't they imagine the terror of their deeds?
Aren't they be content with the shower of mercy that God feeds?
Mere tears speak for the disturbed one's gloom,
Denial of joy is what suffers inside to bloom,
The orphaned children crave for their lost fatherhood,
The society is a piece of rock to them that was never understood,
A widow heartbrokenly shrouds her soulmate's corpse,
Cursing death for those who brought about her life's warps,
Now come here people, spare some time,
'Cause here lies a race of valour so sublime,
Let's pay our tributes to these heroes of courage,
Who attempted to construct these dreams of mirage,
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