Elegies to the martyrs
Their calls still resounding
That in the hearts and minds of folks
The struggle is still worth fighting
That no matter they're gone
The flames still burning
As fighters continue resisting
Doesn't mind the risk- the cause is worth fighting.
The fields may be silent for now
And news outlets remained mum
While the order and its press releases
Trying to shut the concerned down
But the folk knew how cruel the order is
Should these tyrants deserve trust?
Their slanderous messages steer anger
Only fools would belive them most.
But again no matter they're gone
The flames continue to burn
There is no need to mourn
To fight for them yes as the cause has made them reborn
As they themselves offered their blood, sweat, lives
To the homeland tht's deserved of love
And to the folk who still cries for help
To the concerned who's willing to uprise
Call it idealistic, or foolish
As the order dismiss their views
Of calling as subversives and misfits
All because of their sociopatriotic beliefs
Their love of home is more than the land
But also that of the its kindred folk
Thus no wonder why every tool becomes a weapon
That realities turned bullets pointing to the tyrant as direction
As their blood have tainted the land
Soon comes another band
With flames that bear in their hearts
And Principles that etched in their minds
The willingness to jump into the abyss
As they endure the pain, suffering, hardships
Death is only beginning to them
As the concerned will traverse the road less taken
The news says they've died fighting
And troll farms kept churning
Statements enough to call a slander
Comments justifying that gruesome matter
By those claiming to be winning the peace
At the expense of the deaths of papers torn into pieces
The country presented new still at the appendage of the old
Of tyrants pretentious appearing to be "remold"
The ones died in the scene enough to call heroes
Despite dismissed as bandits like those from long ago
Their passion and love for one's home has driven them to battle
Winning the oppressed's hearts and minds in a protracted struggle
They all came from various backgrounds rich or poor may say
But the love of homeland and folk meant crossing the less taken way
As turning their passions into weapons in this holy war
Willing to jump into the abyss as that of reaching the stars
And now as they've left countless memories
Of numerous actions for those forging destinies
Fighting over the
They may be dead in eyes of this rotten order
But no! They all live in the hearts of those who remember
The friendship, love, passion, and will to revolution
Against the endless cycle of injustice and oppression
Like the heroes of the past, uncommon is their valour
Amidst the risk, the pain, the fear and terror
As notes turning into bullets by those whose hearts burning
Striking the tyrants and its attack dogs, nightmares in this land of the morning