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tFallen Heroes

Rain falls, gushing into the cracks,
Of scorched earth, dyed red.
A crimson sun descending the stairways,
Of a crimson horizon. A feast for the starved ravens,
They flock. Feathers and beaks, a flurry.

The mourning sky sheds her tears,
Lightning, providing brief illumination
To the pale landscape, pale faces light up.
Short glimpses of those,

Dead serving and saving, fighting
for their homeland, their people,
their future, their lives cut short,
By the bullet. Night enshrouds the battleground

Faces, expressions of determination,
And the fiery rage to attain their object
Frozen war cries at their mouths, As they
Sacrificed every last ounce of life

For the causes of a million others.
Cruelty. So many mothers deprived of
Their sons, so many awaiting their
Soul mate’s return, So many

Little hearts yearning for their fathers.
But with death, comes the peace
Of understanding, portrayed on each face,
The knowledge, that they hadn’t fought,

In vain, nay, but
had died for the better cause.
A knowledge that theirs wasn’t
A life wasted, but one of the highest worth.

And still as mothers, wives and children await,
Their worldly ties slowly fade,
And as the drops of rain seep
Into the cracks of the scorched land,

The bloods of a thousand merge, those of
Allies and enemies, all flow and mix , with the
Gloomy downpour. And all those brave souls,
Accept the welcoming embrace of death.

BODHI SEBASTIAN