\"See you on the other side,\"
Said he in a calm voice,
Unruffled at the prospect of death.
He walked away with pride in his steps.
What is on the other side?
The question haunts you day and night,
Overshadowed by a numbing fear you carefully hide.
The enemy pulled the trigger; bullets ripped his body to shreds.
When he hit the ground, he forgave his enemy.
It\'s his leaders he couldn\'t forgive.
\"Be strong,\" an opiate and a true venom.
What shall strength mean when in a wooden box his body returns?
A country is our mother, our shelter, our home.
What sort of mother throws her children into the fire of war so she could enjoy her freedom?
Weren\'t the pagans burned at the stake for practicing sacrifice?
If that were true, why do we eulogize the leaders for sending us to fight?
Who should we burn for robbing us of our lives?