when the battle cry is over
the sound of this land lays empty
a dormant glaze pours through its body
this opulent terrains bounty of plenty
now shudders numb as birds recede
the graveyards full of the living
placing flowers on unfulfilled dreams
waiting patiently to lie in the dug out ground
as their life dies a death without scream
when the battle cry is over, what then
when you’ve given your all to a cause
to live out frail years on dirty sand
without meaning, thanks or applause
these streets hum an enigmatic aria
though mute words it tries to shout
we all betray ourselves with stupidity
and smile as we shed tears when no ones around
