Letter From Battlefield
Two weeks ago
A letter was let go
To the mother of Iago
Who serve at Kaso
With ink printed in tears
Hands shaking in fears
Stories of bravery and might
Fought in days and nights
All weathers are harsh
Like a sun crash
Turning shelter to Ash
Leaving no place to dash
Echoes of riffles ring
As comrades fall, we sing
To lighten the pain
Of hope they remain
All men are one
Knowing not which one
Marked for leaves
Into a fateful passage
My desire to return
Least a flag is return
My best I give
To ensure your rest.
© Frontline_Ink
A letter was let go
To the mother of Iago
Who serve at Kaso
With ink printed in tears
Hands shaking in fears
Stories of bravery and might
Fought in days and nights
All weathers are harsh
Like a sun crash
Turning shelter to Ash
Leaving no place to dash
Echoes of riffles ring
As comrades fall, we sing
To lighten the pain
Of hope they remain
All men are one
Knowing not which one
Marked for leaves
Into a fateful passage
My desire to return
Least a flag is return
My best I give
To ensure your rest.
© Frontline_Ink