Daytime... what's that?"said he
A bump head does daily peep ...
Not from the mountains but from the ashened heaps...
With guns and rifles reloaded and complete
Blowing off the lamp light,
Making the envior so dull and gleem
As it has forever been ...
This for us is the daylight beam!
A roof no longer means safe nights...
If in the bed a man lies...
The terror of the army haunts his dreams...
Blood and tears all around do seem!
For once when these eyes do close ...
Never do they wish to see another such daylight!
To face the cruel rulers' voice that's turning hoarse!
No eyes would ever wish
Such a scene to witness...
A morn so full of bloodshed!
As when the dead and steady eyes
Outglow the aspirations once ever believed
When the lifeless bodies
Flash the moments together weaved
Darkness is better to be seen...
As in its darkness,
It would hide the flowing blood seas ...
Oh how I wish for that usual morn
Void of this ashened sky
And this fearful undawned dawn!
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