The marching batallion ahead,
On the command to behead.
The stringent troops capture the shattered city.
What an agony packed dwell upon the pity!
The armed forces bombard the city.
For the oath sworn at serving front,
Is the pledge owned at unnerving hunt.
What an achy snapped spell upon the enmity!
The combat pierced as an awe-trodden affair.
The impact appalled is law -smitten despair.
The breached soulful breathe is prone to stifle.
What a shaky spooked hell at vicinity!
The siren alarming across,
The sudden agitating chaos,
The pungent fumes,the blatant doom.
The violent explodes,the silent implodes.
The shrill outcry,the kill by sly.
The viscous native,the atrocious captive.
The blood pools,the void rules.......
What a heavy tolled rebel upon humanity!!!
The era of valour never prostrates.
The saga of power never stagnates.
The pain winced pleads touches the soul.
The humane pitched leads suffers on the whole.....
For the victory of justice never descends.
For the history of liberation never mourns.
It\'s the fading conscience of war..
It\'s the fading conscience of war...