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"martyr's pride!"
Combat Planes in the sky
children Run, screeming high
husbands die, Mothers CRY
weapons fire, Cowards hide!
homeless; helpless
they seem so hopeless
blooded bodies, on the streets
hearts which never rest or sleep
war is to kill,
its a living hell..
it seems so pointless
its just so worthless!
War is to ruin, is to damage
it's Destructions...and its Wreckage..
obliteration..its annihilation...
demolition..and devastation...
lands seem wide,
an old man said
we fought man kind
through the Icing wind
people died as they fight
to keep up high the rizing sun
other cowerds ran adn hide,
as the enemy was somehow gone!
they couldnt save their own land,
but those who fought and died as one
have always saved the martyr's pride!
