Heroes' plea

Amidst the blast of blood, we fought
Within the unrelenting sorrows
we persevere-
an eagle soaring high over the wind
a kneeling devoted
a staunch soldier that persists-
in spite the fading light.
We tried and then we died
we ate the mud, the mire, the pride
drank slowly the mockery and cried
selflessly. Over the fields, we muttered
"our dream home be freed", but the sun went down,
against our will the fire in our hearts flown
away, leaving embers and dim dismay
gave up,
surrendered
yet, death shan't be the end.
Death shan't be the end.

here in the afterlife, we plea
to the people of the east.
Move, stir, ye, shall not sleep
open your eyes
with fierceness that kills
ye shall go farther
'ye people of the rising sun
continue, what we, heroes,
unspoken or not
started.
ye shall go further.
Death shan't be the end.