What is said of a warrior dead?
The one that fights with duty nigh.
What is said of the wounds that bled?
As he lies decayed whence corpses lie.
What is said of those he defends?
And the lives they lived before they died.
What is said of a reality that bends?
One that bends to deny genocide.
What of lies that weave with conceit?
What of hope that stares at defeat?
What of bombs that drop like fiery rain?
What civilian children starving in pain?
Remember now the warrior’s price.
His words, her voice, their lives testified.
Journalists silenced, as warriors sacrificed.
Remember their truth, as Occupiers lied.
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