I had a dream

“I remember, over my body

Squalor all around

My people, my friends, my brother

All gone

But no time to mourn

For the flag I wanted to unfurl

Was still in my laden pack

No time to look away

No shot to pass by,”

The martyr whispered

In my dream.

And I whispered back,

“I know how your tears flow

For every bullet you let go

Little by little

Your hope shatters

As one by one your brothers fall.

 

Your every sweat is your every fear

As you tread on the battlefield

Unsure if you will behold another dawn

Or if your breath will last for a minute or more.

 

But still, in the middle of night, you fight

Gun in your hand and faith in your heart

That someday this war will make sense

That someday you will be home again.

 

I may not know

The depth of your struggles

Nor my heart contains

The terror and loneliness you bear.

 

But I know that whenever I look at you

I will recognize a brave hero I forever salute to.”

 

Death shall not depart their Souls

For we shall keep them alive forevermore.

We shall make this place, better

Better, For an inconsolable mother

Who saw her son's coffin uncover

For we shall remember

Her heart that bleeds of courage and valor

Her heart that bleeds of courage and valor.