1. September 1939
Many untold
buried tales
heroes without
a well-known face
without lips
to sing their
songs
no ears will hear
their rights
and wrongs
Many silent
tears that fell
with eyes wide open
into hell
dipping every
corpse in fire
the coming years
drainingly dire
A siren's tale
in early
hours
and not a soul
to gift them flowers
for; of their lifes
all that remains;
is a date
in museum frames
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