Soul of a Martyred Soldier

His soul watches in absolute silence, As the stream of mourners visit his grave, Offering their heartfelt condolences, To his grieving widow, asking her to be brave. His dead heart still melts at the sight of his daughter, Who buries her head in her mother's chest, Tears pouring incessantly, in place of their erstwhile laughter. As they watch his mortal remains being laid to rest. His wife is still in a state of shock, Reeling under the grief of his demise, She feels as if her life seems to mock, At her sorry state, giving her unwanted advice. How he wishes this war had never taken place! None would have lost their lives, Had there been Lord Almighty's grace, They would be with their children and wives. Man does not realize the futility of a war, It brings about destruction and leaves behind a scar, Of pain and death that is not needed, Seldom in his greed for power, has a man ever heeded, To the words of wisdom given by the men of knowledge with deep insight, He will prefer to die than giving up without a fight.