The children died of hunger
The mothers died of wounds, not the one that could be seen on the outside, but the ones that never truly healed
Countless lives lost
Countless grenades tossed
Green hats marching
With their stomachs starving
Countless dead and their bodies burnt
With every breath a lesson to be learnt
Countless bullets were fired
Wondering if the long necked machine would ever get tired
A battle fought with misery
This was the battle of  '53
Through eyes like ashes
The bright white hope flashes