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An ode to the Fallen 44

I write about what disheartens me And this one does, way too deeply The harm cannot be undone Most were lost, not just some To go into a field, gambling with the universe Our brave soldiers, with actions they can't reverse Lost their life fighting for he country Til the very end, only one thing on their mind: family We sit here ignorant in our comfortable seats While they defend our people, only to end in defeat Every bullet shot into their hearts Their blood splatters, turns into art Thank you dear soldiers, for your service We will forever be grateful for this No words can heal and no money can repay You'll remain in our hearts every single day
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gwen-pimentel
Published
Feb 2, 2015
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#soldiers#heroes#fallen44#bayani
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