Tear Drops of our Hero's

The tears were spilled by many, for it was a rainy 

November day, our soilder weeped as the rain has 

come, their muddy uniforms were clear with sorrow, 

their onimous tears droped with thundering views of 

horrible lives, the dead had come to be buried while 

the survivors darkened souls shake in their roots, the drops are from thy faces not the rain, so 

as the dead are being lowered in the ground, the soilders bowed for the fallen in spontaneous

 fashion, so the throbbing vein of sadness finally popped as a great man came up and said, the 

hero's didn't die in vain, they have fought in hero's spirit,with the least of ammunition,they 

have protected us,they have laid down their lives for us, so the life of holy spirits has been 

lifted to heaven instead of hell,

 So as my war is coming to a end, i say to the world 

today this is where the tear drops of hero's were shed,

 the soilders just clapped for their fellow heros, was 

just in tow for the memorial, when the rain had

 stopped and the sun shined on the graves, the hero's 

are in Gods hand.


"BARAGOI MASSACRE"