War Cry

It was the war cry of a revolution,

The gathered battalions and the patriotic rebels.

It was a matter of lands, of reclaiming what had been once theirs.

The rebels were outnumbered by the outraged troops,

Yet the valor they beheld was unparalleled.

Blood was spilled, men were slaughtered.

It was the promise, a few courageous men had made,

A promise to protect the motherland, a vow to restore its freedom.

And yet, while they waged the war of righteousness,

The rebels never failed to be human. The troops however,

Had resorted to every brutality they ever could,

Every sense of inhuman ambitions, ever known.

It was not a mere war - it was a matter of what was right and what was wrong,

A matter of who deserved to hold the reigns and who grabbed them,

A matter of who wished to cherish the motherland and who wished to exploit it,

A matter of who wished for a breath of freedom and who wished to be tyrants.

It was the war for freedom.