The cry

A soldier will die in the war

Far from home that he felt comfort

 

Far, far from the life of hope

We stood still to see it come

Holding hands dragging the other

We did not want to lose a soul

Hiding grieved the breath to see

We were held against our will

By the rocks that caved till sundown

One step close you don’t move

Death awaited every man, we had to stand still

Just like a rocking chair. We walked swiftly

And through, one jump, dropped,

Bloody rain.

It was a good life wasted

Till now we are not found, but still

We stand declaring to survive

Digging our graves is a token of appreciation.

written by: Karen Mathe

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