Separating from one another like wounds opening little by little until not even the snow could heal them... Or is there any Snow? ---You said sun would rise.

You said the sun would rise.
Let's go
along those unmapped paths
to free each other from the...

And let's go obliterating
insults with our
brows swept with dark insurgent stars.
We shall have victory or shoot past death.

Don't even think our integrity can be sapped
by those decorated fleas hopping with gifts
we want their rifles,
their bullets and a rock
nothing else.

And if iron stands in our way
we ask for a sheet of your tears
to cover our soldiers bones
on the journey to The Middle East
history.
Nothing more...