What should I indite
          For their valorousness?
Words can't cite
        How they fight in duskiness.

Death growls and roars;
           Out of barracks they flow
And forget their shores
           And the beautiful bride's glow.

The children's voice is heard
           When the bullets pierce them;
Like mountaineers in a herd
          They march on, untiring, lame.

They don't stop until it's fate
         Some flowers on their caskets
And profound salute they get
       And their empty names in prints