In truth no tears have I still left to weep
Didst fall as comrades dreams, where e’er they lie
Now darkness reigns to haunt and sometimes creep
As tortured mind replays o’er times passed by
Recounting names and ghostly forms, their due
Lest we forget the sacrifices made
Through we alone, yes we the ‘Lucky few’
Seared memory, doth hold them on parade
Resplendent with their youthful years on show
In eagerness they ventured forth, so brave
As bright as any bright new morn’ aglow
To reap what had been sewn beyond the grave
When man at times doth seem as if Hell-bent
Such brief existence may be Heaven sent