Walking down to the battlefront,
Bloodshot eyes and bruised skin.
There lie my lifeless kins,
With shattered dreams
And severed limbs.
Dog tags identify our disfigured soldiers,
Corpses pile up in body bags whenever
A nation tries to be a superpower.
We are powerless pawns dying in the warzone,
Our lives are always at stake, at a fascist’s command.
We drown our foes in a pool of shrapnel,
so the elite’s world can spin,
Yet again, democracy failed to win.
Fighting with patriotism,
While the country fell apart
Under the weight of radical nationalism.
Waging war against our own kind
Leaves bloodstains we cannot hide.
We can endure the wounds and scars,
But not the darkness in our minds.
The night can’t dim the glow of luminous stars,
Like soldiers martyred in futile wars.
Yet, we remain in the sky, still shining,
Waiting to seek redemption
For the fallen souls.