I sacrificed my young life-
just like my brothers-in-arms,
the sun is rising over my
dewy, pristine, white marble
headstone,
sparrows have begun
their songs of peace
in the stately presence
of dawn,
when my parents
bring me flowers,
I wish I could go home
with them,
my blood,
a herald of my bravery,
just like my brothers-in-arms.