Memory graveyard
My husband's corpse lays in the corner
In a pile of mangled bodies that died for honour
They deny me the right to bury what remains of the man I love
They think hell lies below the soil and heaven lies above
Where the birds fly, skies cry and gods reside much higher
Where the angels of death loom as they set our homes on fire
A fire so high that it consumes all you see
All the good in man's heart exposed to war's teratogenicity
At least he died protecting all he loved, fighting hard
You may not grant him a resting place but
he has his memory graveyard
And this country may no longer look like the country it used to be
But it will always be our beautiful motherland in your memory
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Memory Graveyard
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