A wishful whispers of wish untold.
Shadows of sorrow which time can\'t withhold.
Plea for the life of our fellows,
Is this how we feel in gallows.
Scent of blood, an echo of despair,
Symphony with tears an ugly pair.
When the number of bodies accrue,
Oh! Unspoken lord, I wish this, you know.
In the land once flowers danced,
How many times does death glanced.
Dreadful echo of weeping I hear,
Haunting present is what we fear.
Not for the peace in grandeur attire,
In my mind sprout a fervent desire.
From heaven destruction drops,
We don\'t want to witness our childrens corpse.