Martyr!!!! prose poem

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We have lost many a blood beyond the border
weep not my lady for this is the time to avenge
Turn your tears into fire,
We are ready to die a thousand deaths for you-
Just give us a reason to live
The blood suckers may have drunk the last drop of our blood;
The redemption begins from now…
We need no farewell, for we never left;
We need no flowers on our tombs, for it’s our mother’s lap
Cover your face, cover your soul, cover the cosmos
Our cannons are on fire, our weapons hot
Our spears strike in the middle of the heart
We have blood on our hands, we have bodies in coffins
Our souls heavy, our minds guilty…
Thousands die, one came back
He had a tale to tell, the tale of victory
He cries out loud, his voice floats the valley and comes back to him
No body listened… Nobody replied…
We kept our promise my Lady
Now you can say farewell,
Farewell my lady, farewell comrades, farewell friends, farewell! Farewell! Farewell!
Let us sleep to keep you awake, our souls will wait for your next call ….

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