Boom! Boom!! Boom!!!
The honorary canons boom!
Rows and rows and rows
And more rows
Of names carved on stone.
Celebrated with flowers, flags,
Medals in boxes,
And tales of heroics!
(Do you hear the cry?
--A mother had lost a child.
Do you hear that?
--The struggle of a father hiding tears.
Wasn't that a silent weep?
Here's a lover whose world came crashing down.
Wait... hear that... the sigh?
Oh, it's just a child growing up with nothing
But a figure on a photograph.)
Come, let us celebrate.
Those who gave it all--
Blood, sweat, and tears!
The ultimate hero
Who willingly offered
On a bloody (s)platter
"Here, take my life, for the motherland!
It's not worth much, I'm just a pawn."
Come, let us celebrate!
The honeyed words from the Nation's Leader
Pouring on unhealed wounds.
