The morning still fiery... smoke blackens the world,
I, alone on the wailing battlefield,
Longing to see a clear day humming victory.
My dreams shattered by injuries and defeat,
My country, like the Titanic,
Slowly submerges into the ocean filled with blood.
The green face of nature covered by the dead,
Weeping sad tears, as it sympathizes those heroes,
Who limp painfully in tears to get help. |
