March And March

March and March

To the land of liquidation

Joining arms with each other

As we glorify our land

All the rounds of bullets

The boons to cause destruction

The dancing dagger in the edge

Ready to slash the weak flesh

Warriors leaves their dwelling

Remembering them all in snivel

Shadows and kins all in tears

As they embrace the cist

And wearing it like a necklace

Casting them into the fray

Scrimmage of the flying bullets

Raring the muscles to slicing life

Tussling for a triumph beyond victory

Quarrelling over time after time

Only blood cries as bodies detach

All in the name of our land

They will all hurt them with their lives

Scrambled flesh and tossed bones

Written down in piece of paper

To reflect ourselves in history

A paradox in your vivid imagination

Situating in the sulking breeze

Hope not that the regret will linger

The remaining few come back

Either a flag over casket

Or the disrupted minds in war

A promise that never kept for some

A bitter taste in their curriculum

Remind them not of what they have done

They once had a heart that faded to black

Running helter-skelter with memories

Comrades became a shadow

No longer he can call the lost souls

Antagonism never ever ends

As warriors will be called again