Soldiers are made up of
no star dust.
The brave fluid flooding in
their veins is,
red iron blood.
The powerful ferrous fights
every pain and grief.
While red sparks wisdom
and ken in it.
Why do you cry, mop and weep?
Is your blood blue, white or
fawn, is it?
Your hearts can’t fight pain or
bear shame for your deeds.
But a pure blood is warrior for life.
His red blood keeps him alive in
our memories.
He attains peace in the end, always.
A reward for his iron blood, indeed.
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