Unknown Soldiers

Grenades were placed round our necks; like adornment.

The sounds made from our claps was the only tune we're familiar with.

Bullet sounds were our drumbeats.

For the unknown people—who knew nothing about us —
we lay our lives for.

On the most deserted place, we found ourselves, Fighting for a lost peace.

On the outcast border we dread all night.

The fear of the terrors we face; outshines the joy of finally returning home.

No gratitude of appreciation shown to us by those we bit the dust for.

All these experiences were medal worn inside our hearts.

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