Oh my darling
Of course you’re right
Not a single flower should be picked
To be put on graves of unknown soldiers
Who fought protecting those blossoms to exist
Oh my darling
Of course you’re right
How can we glorify life in harmony
While praising the ones who found death in war
Ironic how we unite tributing such hypocrisy
Oh my darling
Of course you’re right
Not a single flower should be picked
On grounds of honouring the very cause
For which warheros are found buried in