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
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