O lord, thy slaughtered guardians
Were brutally killed,
Killed with hundreds of bullets
Fallen to their valiant faces.
They were viciously injured;
Their bodies were struck with bullion slugs.
They sacrificed their life
To protect thy people and thy nation
For a peace that remains a dream
Can never be achieved with a piece of paper and a piece of pen.
The firmament cries with grief,
Their mournful wives, broods, father, mother, siblings and comrades will no longer hear them talk,
And see their precious smiles.
They can never listen to them again saying “Yes sir” and witness the glimpse of their valuable salute.
O lord, defend thy guardians and give them shelter
For they fought and have fallen.
Raise them with your caring hands and heal their wounds from war.
Give them rest in thy kingdom where they can find everlasting peace and love.
Bestow upon their dear ones the acceptance and forgiveness
For them to eliminate the excruciating pain of losing,
And find the importance of life and the thousand reasons to live,
And discover hope in spite of anguish and heartaches.
O lord, let them know that peace is found within you
And wars and chaos will never end if someone hides in the shades of darkness.