In his cold dead hands he holds the blade
He was meant to be on his final crusade
Before he left they all thought he was too afraid
But now his final game has been played
His trust was finally betrayed
There was no way he ever could have evade
But his life fortunately span over a decade
He shall be sorely missed by the one he serenade
But in his last breath he still tried to aid
Unfortunately silenced by the blast of a grenade
The pain he felt couldn't possibly be conveyed
The memories of him shall surely fade
No condolences were ever paid
No one ever thought to have prayed
His final wish was that peace could be made
Though his voice was lost as he was laid
And for this hero there was no parade
His country just continued to invade
Why did the continue this masquerade
He took his life with that simple blade
No ones piece was ever made
His life could have been saved
The people around him were just so depraved
By UNON
