Fading photo
The battleground lay,
Scattered with men
Like a field of dull ridged leaves.
The hollow, flaky,
Forgotten bodies
Stain the lifeless ground.
Killer clouds and flying bullets
Have swiped their lives away.
Many lay
Clutching their necks,
Searching
For God, for help
This is my story,
My frozen story
That will eventually
Fade away.
The soldiers will haze
And the massacre ground will pale.
But all should pass on
me spiritually
to your children.
And all should keep my forever message;
Remembering is a must,
Remembering is a responsibility.
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