Unsung Heroes

Their cries were silenced by
The fire shots of cowardly power.
Their silence shut up by
A mother’s cries.
You were lined up and shot
And brought down like a card
In a pack of jokers.
Fallen prey to serendipity
Of unfortunate events played out
By the Gods of violence
And makers of hatred
In a world created by the devil
Of power-play by those
Who know not that life is about living,
And not taking another life.
And you died fighting or fought dying
To a struggle for peace, unattainable
In this world where love
Is only a puppet in the hands
Of those unidentified faces.

Tears freeze in the spectators' eye,
As you perform the last dance of glory
Going down in the song of your obituary—
And become yet another unremembered name
In the midst of a thousand unsung heroes.