They had a dream before,
A crimson one…
They fantasised gore
And a scarlet dawn.
They pined for headless corpus
And floors painted red
Not with wine or love potions
But with the human bloodshed
Those insects wormed in eluding our sight
And strived to make us shudder.
Those scavengers barged in that rouge night
And tried to savage our mother.
Yes this nation was quaking that rouge night
But it was not fear that we felt
Every soul on this land was raring to fight
As we were hit below the belt.
A few lion hearts had another phantasm
And it was also crimson
That they were locking eyes with peril
For a tryst with their eternal appetition.
They did not think twice to lay their lives
They did not dither or swelter
They sacrificed their own blood
To bedeck our mother’s altar.
They endured an upraised pain threshold
They transcended human might
They flushed out those sanguine into the cold
And pushed them into a slumber for an eternal night.
A sanguine dream, had those murderous villains
To terrorize infants inside wombs.
A nefarious dream that raised them to fame
But even their kin did not visit their tombs.
An impeccable dream, had those innocent kids
To go around the comely scenes
A sanguine dream it became that closed their eyelids
When the grotesque picture was painted by the means.
A sanguine dream, had those valorous soldiers
To bulwark the nation against all agress
A seraphic dream that tested those valiants
Whom even the history will salute.
