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Khayingwon Chiphang

Inspirational

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Khayingwon Chiphang

Inspirational

The Trumpeters

The Trumpeters

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Sergeants, Captains, young Soldiers in row uniformed,

A trumpet blew-that not a sound so pleasant,

Blew itself, sees no trumpeters.

Has a strange language only the uniformed could interpret,

Still, stood still knowing it was a call: a war cry.

Yet the lovers were not shaken for battle.

All set to sacrifice, and pay his duty for the pride of thy nation.


I questioned, "are they alone no family to care?"

No wives and children they are not forgotten.

But to serve and risk has cost them all.

Their courage and strength rendered to gallop towards the cannon's mouth.

Red was their batch: it does not mean danger, t'was to bravery and love for glory.

To run in the foggy field was all they care.

Heart-so-hardened to be scared of blood and corpse.


They're heroes to their nation and parents; model to their sons; and the man to their wives.

Families' pride though little solace in the corner.

Never have they ever thought of retreat.

Surrender was not their oath but sacrifice was.

They are revolutionaries of honor.


Again, the trumpet was heard, this time I heave a sigh of relief.

The Crusaders are back like pilgrims.

Can you read their eyes-though feeble are the figures, their eyes are not.

It is triumph and glory they've earned, the masters of the game.

The trumpeters I thought were these these warriors.

Blowing like a devoted child of the Victor Country.


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