A Thousand Suicides


Sky’s an inky black
Boiling over with earths fury
Lashing out at the nearest

Tears fall masked by the rain
Fears rise with the flood water
White faces flash in the lightning

Cries lost to the howling wind
Booms of a distant war reverberate
Cold cuts like glass

Marching out in the mush of earth
A thousand men
Step to the rhythm of the storm

Weak with the strong
Cowards with the brave
All with one common goal

For country, home and heart
Save your country
Protect your home
Come back to your sweet heart

Of the thousand that marched out that cursed black night
None came walking back
All were on their shields

A country was conquered
Home destroyed
Sweetheart’s find another

The men that marched out that night
Were all lost for naught
A thousand suicides

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