Poem

  
Unsung people burried alive 

Unsung heroes not unafraid
To die by bullet, by knife 

Attacked while moon half bright 

Wounded men still fight and 

No surrounded army shall surrender

For only the brave will sleep at

Night 

Nor shall thy worry ’bout the grave 

‘Cause out of the blue, by daylight 

Now, the war will end somehow 

And leave the young and poor  

On battlefields that are no more 

But shades of sorrow 

No tomorrow

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