Heroes shed no tears


Tones of blood: we shed tears for you
Wild like buffaloes
Armed with determination
Bled to wash away mayhem
Loose in the bush
And this was the dawn























Jockeying against carriage
Carriage of buckets of wastes
With little or no pay bringing this aftermath
Aiming civilian protection
Hungry and strong in the jungles
On the right hand, the cross

Heroes shed no tears
You cultivated this wealth you don’t have
Gone: leaving families desolate
Not for their homes was their struggle
Look: most gone without families
Courage forever more

The weird will never go through
One is paid in his coin
As the land murdered
Our beloved, bidding us fare well
Calling out, “SPLA Oyee!”
And closed eyes: we love you

You are the true sons of the land
Your commitment is spiritual
We won’t forsake you
You were the alpha
And omega remains yours
These accomplishments are yours

On this sixteenth day of May
We let out tears of desolation
Our hearts broke…in remembrance
Days of your struggles brighten
Our days to straighten our current paths
Here we unite in spirits

Peace ambassadors came with you holy
Holier for you burnt upending truth and justice
We seek your guidance
To push us away from forth coming infliction
As horrors fade: we take this control yours
We salute you: SPLA Oyee…..let no terrorist be born

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