The Battlecry Tribute

Offering from the ill departed, sweat and blood ambition, aspiration, all scattered to dust Those deadly fangs, death might be the ultimate price inevitable in the name of country's pride By the thousands, mere nightmares are condemned for life bullet showers, raining behind enemy lines Each spit, venom from the cavernous depths of blight Each tear, a fallen comrade, self worth sacrifice As for the living, those surviving chosen few with deep wounds and battle scars as spoils from the war so tainted that light turns into darkness in lieu an open book that each and every one took part When the time comes ripe enough as a coup de grace relics from thoughts topped with chaos and mayhem branches of outstretched paths and devouring facade witnessed only by yesterday's ghosts with fate's whim A snappy salute under patriotic oath loyal to what represents three stars and a sun a pact that nobody can divulge its own growth on which, a tribute for the next generation For the love of God, my family, countrymen the very foundation of this striving nation those who lost their lives, we do vow in silence praying for those who stands for justice and freedom