Our old fathers
Our old fathers fought hard to make this nation stand steady
Their boots are muddy with the blood of enemies and friends
Hoisting the nation’s flag high with pride in every war they enter
Keeping us safe from swords of those who thirst for our land
Yet they are the unsung heroes of our modern day stories
How many of their lives laid before enemies to quench our freedom?
Their blood flowing in our democracy till date and so on
Our running tongues inherit their heated debates to spark new ideas
I wonder how on earth the night is so silent and peaceful at my time
Ignoring the fact that my dear old fathers lived in the age of war
The dark sky filled with crows and cannon balls eating their flesh
And the unfamiliar battleground of piled corpses of their comrades
Holding the souvenirs of their loved ones each passing night
Wishing to make it to their home before their children grow older
Sad to hear the tales of how some of them died so poor in anguish
Abandoned and buried among others away from their longing homes
I am so soft and coward to hide myself in books with a pen
While they were tough and brave in their uniforms with a gun
They wrote the history while I read the history
We shall never forget who we are today is because of them
