The War Heroes


Voiceless they lie

On the rugged roads,

Snaking down the weeping peaks

Blood streaks across the white snow

And remnants of a battle fought.


Voiceless they were –

Playthings taught to fight

For some cause unknown,

Yet known to those

Who sit in armchairs

And talk about better times.


Shadows have settled over

The village huts.

The sons are dead

And the hearth is cold.

Jaya Pillai

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