Dead Soldiers

Pause a while when you pass this yard For here is where dead soldiers stay, They gave up all they had in life That you may have this wondrous day; Brave men they were with gallant hopes True patriots till they were slain, Perhaps you could a blossom lay To say their deeds were not in vain; In deep slumber these heroes lie Nay aloof to the world of men, I wonder what would be of them Should these men ever rise again; To see a world of glory shorn Their days of honour dead and past, A world now full of shameless men Who roam around in rueful cast; The art to cede bereft and gone And valour now a piteous plea, No wonder men in shambles lie Nor brave hearts they would ever see, The martyrs' grieve with saddened hearts Their shattered breasts that bleed once more, With souls butchered thus countless times When, mortal baseness comes to fore. ***********