The Forty Fourth Fallen Martyrs
The agony of the forty fourth fallen martyrs
Of our noble and bravest men
The sound of testimonial heartaches of nowhere scenes
Guns of distraught
Guns of unaware feelings
Guns of twenty one heroic means
We salute the inevitable tied up courage of our kins
Now the tragedy happened of unprepared masks
Now it was a cold blasts
Like an ice to dust
It seems so gigantic beginnings
Of yes to peace
Mournful days of no one could ever ceases
How it felt to broke in the end by a doleful mess
The agony of the forty fourth fallen martyrs
Now it became a history
Of the world's largest tragedy
Of war and technology
Beyond time, beyond what we see
Or beyond what we never expected to be
Like were struggling in the unfathomable sea.
Copyright © Amor Otong | Year Posted 2015
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