Slated as such 

But not for much

A never ending battle

Do or die

Without a cry 

And no one there to tattle

If one day 

It come what may

Without so much a warning

Fight to defend

Until the end

Amidst the grief and mourning

For naught is fair

And none will care

With nothing more to follow

So it may be

To never see 

The dawning of tomorrow

 

1992