To smile is to dream and to dream is a crime <br />For a band of Brothers whose bodies, to guns’ <br />Bullets, are shelters. In a city has passed its prime <br />Every street is an alter where shelters are none. <br />How to live when knowing the death chariot <br />Is behind, chasing you fast without a sound, <br />And it is not insight. With a blink your spirits <br />Are above seeing your bodies lie on the ground. <br />O, Brothers! The symphony of death is played <br />When the sun rises upon your graves, <br />And when it sets and pale light is conquered <br />By darkness and to darkness you are slaves. <br />You know what you will surely face, <br />Yet you are madly in love with this place.<br /><br />Mohammed Khaluq<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/band-of-brothers-2/
