Of the men and women
]Who were born to bleed
At the altar of sacrifice
Born to die, with a happy heart
A few make way into the history books
The rest of others, their story is a mystery.
The words their heart bore
Were the words of force,
Seen by none
Heard by some
Believed by one,
The words they know
Were turned into a flaw
and there they lived as heroes
Who meet their tragic end
With a bold smile
That graced their face.
The words were the laws
The laws of their lives
Outlive they couldn’t
Over live they shouldn’t
They were born as heroes
To die as heroes,
Unknown unsung
Not to be remembered at all.
Not even by their children.
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