When I am consumed by human fire,
And lie beneath the soldier’s boot,
My absence won’t be dire
For I am just another recruit.
A number and an unknown soldier,
I’ll leave my mother in desolate tears
Wishing I could grow older,
Yet I was death’s volunteer.
As all my brothers disappear
And my homeland’s fate is hopeless,
There is nothing left I fear
Because I have gone soulless.
With the choice of end, or life adrift
I realize death is pains greatest gift.