In shadows cast by tyrants' reign,
Where the vile seeks to conquer and obtain,
A place where the nation's heart bleeds & beats weak,
Its spirit wanes and of death's cold gripping hands,
its chain behold.


Where we live in fear and weariness,
Our morning coffee, a cup of tears,
Slashes and bloody stains, a daily toll,
Death's grim ledger, filled with names unknown,
Our homes, our safest haven, became a place we fled,
Our familiar walls, reduced to dust,
Our mindless breath, a poison to them.


Our very existence,
A fleeting glimpse of peace,
Unhinged we seem, besieged, yet we stand,
Every day is a battle to live or to die,
Our yearning undying, our courage undeterred,
Our faith and hope, a longing lover of our heart,
Our tears and memories, remain a buddy to our souls,
For in our hearts, the flames of hope,
Remain wild, yet couth.


We read our anthems with the invisible lines,
Of familiar names drowned in blood,
We read the lines with ecstasy of pain, grief, and vehemence,
We remain the soldiers of our very land,
Whether big or small, young or old...


We cling to esprit despite all odds,
In our hearts, our love for our nation remains unreserved,
Dear dying being, oh fading self,
May this letter be a testament to our mighty strength,
Our resilience, courage, and endless grief...


Dear dying being, do you know how strong we've been?
We've lost everything yet we saved many lives,
We've died a...