By: Gus Victoria
Cold steel plows the land,
Blood soaks the soil
To grow the terrible harvest
That shades will reap,
The heroes fight no more,
Enshrined in glory,
Buried in earth,
Gaunt figures of State
Cry their valor
To the living.
The dead cannot object.
Gratitude flows from noble hearts
Beatifying the fallen,
To fill halls of honor,
No justice stands
To give form,
Only destructive chaos reigns,
Stalwart against humanity,
Darkness and the thick fog of regret
Sacrifice the future
Of a forgotten dawn,
Love drowns
As bullets fly,
Love cries,
As hope dies.
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