Crude visions
I heard a very loud wailing
The voice cried for vengeance
The sight of this happened at noon
For the ones who fell
Unjustly in the sand of war
After the mute sound of war bells.
The voice was full of anger
It relents not,
With every day that breaks
And every night that emerged,
It craved for payback.
I've never seen a cry so loud,
Full of rage,
Immersed in vengeful blood
That seeks the pulling
Of the eyes from the ones
Who blinded the eyes
Of their fallen ones.
Even the sun wept
With the tears that flew
From this restless tears.
Albeit the day will come
When the grass will suffer no more,
For it will be the time
For the elephants to
Battle without a ground
So that the loud cry
Will be consoled
By divine intervention.
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