Made history.
Evil men got victory,
they made misery,
and scarred memories.

A scar that won't heal,
"killed and took to heels".

Soldiers with guns.
Making the runs.
Spraying in rounds,
buried those Crowns.
Many breadwinners
They left "till when now?"

Dreams of the young
Who sang just songs

At the toll
They sat in rolls
Waving tiny poles
Bearing their flags ...