They spoke of honor, faith, and pride
My dear friend may it, my brother
This conflict has bleached its shine
Resilient we both are resolute to the end
Though we stand in opposite ground
Though our colors standard stand different

By breath of the breeze they flutter
To the land they impale our mother
This land now broken that cries to unite
We are all its gallant sons and daughters
Undaunted when called to the task
No matter the price and labor it shall be paid

Though our guns face in defense
Yet always in clashing tragic conflict
Aggressors and traitors, claimed foe we yell
Though a lie we know hidden well
In both we serve to protect our mother
To each we understand and know
That someday we too would falter and fall

What are we both fighting for?
What do all this shameless struggle be
Two brothers now tossed and torn
Two brothers dressed in different tattered garb
Anointed stains of red and black
As we both cry and feel the sharp bitter agony

But with all this said and done
I salute you so my dear brother
As I salute my fallen mangled own
I bow and kneel in fatigue and torment
Knowing we have shown great valor
Shattered flesh that once had lived

We all have endured equally
In this harsh vigorous tainted field
You had fought hard as I
With tears that flow I try to hold
I carry both burdens my own and yours
Buried together with same guarded honor

To hear the wailing sympathetic mourns
Melancholy hovers and fills the air with grief
You are Judas you are Lucifer you are Cain
Yet i have honored you and not slandered your body
Neither talked scorned or ill of your name
I have loved you though i have not known you

My dear brothers you all remain at rest in silence
Peace has arrived to rob your suffering away
I shall live and stand steward upon your tombs
Solemn will be the days when I lay down my arms
Patience that ages and fades in my drowning temple
You shall not be wayward lost for you are finally home

Sentinels of dreams, vanguard of centuries
Your acts be given as providence resides upon us
Watch over us all my dear fallen brothers and sisters
Intervene through your spirits that echoes eternally
Hail to the provider the giver of life to whom we trust
As we march and conquer this murky transparent soul