The liberation that resides within burning flames,
creates a disaster of unknown soldiers with no names.
Emancipation of nightmares turning into reality,
such trauma on the front line without any familiarity.
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Freedom comes with a price and too many lives are lost, so much fear and trepidation when enemy lines are crossed. All the soldiers are laid to rest in Arlington Cemetery, for when freedom finds the fire, fighting is necessary. A beautiful stanza to end up.. Loved this poem. 10 for it.
Thank you Subhas :)