They left the docks that devastating day,
Armed with metals, ammunition and guns.
Waving to wives and children crying on the quay,
Words of goodbyes drowned out by beating drums.
Through waves of crashing elements, they went
Like our saviour - to fight, to die.
Across enemy borders they were sent;
Voices of demise loomed near by.
They eternal battle tagged on and on
Till the deaths of many brought some doubts.
Decaying bodies of right and wrong
Bloodied our souls, minds, and our hearts.
Alas!…Midnight honour is a fake
That prevented all men from their wake.
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