They were the last ones standing

Standing all alone

As their comrades fell one by one

And the other side won.

They were the last ones to retreat

With their heads hung up in pain

Craving to be martyred

To free their soul from the shame

They had seen their friends die

Seen their land snatched away

Their integrity raped to pieces

All they asked for was death

For it wasn’t death but freedom

Freedom, they lost at enemy hands

Freedom, they had promised their sons

To bring back home to their lands

They were the last ones killed

As they walked away from their dream

Killed, not martyred

And none heard their silent screams