In the shadow of the rising sun,
Warriors march to a beat unknown,
With hearts of valor and eyes of stone,
They tread where innocence has flown.

The air is thick with tales unsaid,
Of dreams that died where poppies bled,
Underneath the sky’s crimson spread,
Echoes of sorrow, words unread.

Broken are the chains of peace,
In fields where silence finds release,
A symphony of cries that cease,
Yet in the heart, they never decrease.

When dawn breaks and night retreats,
The ghosts of war in shadows meet,
Carrying stories of defeat,
In the silence, history repeats.