There were cries of the cordane battle heard in every land
Blood spilled,famillies killed,
tyrants hanged like scarecrows in fields
None had surrendered,none could remember
Bleak fog of dusts were existing forever
Bodies lay surrounding like stars in the night sky
But what will become of them now
Will they be remembered by a soul
Who was left out of this cataclysmic war
Against humanity which seeks to destroy its own
Whatever it may cost or whatever be the odds
What should have been part
Of this great humane history
Has now been lost
In the rubbles of great mysteries
What must have they gained or lost?
In this great battle which tore apart them all