Soldiers woke up in the midst of night
To ding maids by their side
But alas! They found their comrade-in-arms
And the bastion they had to fight
The air smelt bullets
And the sounds echoed wounded wails
Visions showed death
And faces etched fear
Their voices drone as they listened
Melodies of the birds high in the sky
Exhorting them to scribble “Peace”
In the quiet dark night
A radiant light showed in the freedom horizon
And everybody’s face blazed with fear
As they watched for the last time
Death close by – embracing them with arms wide open…
Au revoir
Amen.
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