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Fog of silence,

embraces the sorrow,

in purpose to deaden sadness.

A profound shelter,

of plague and emptiness,

let their souls be ensconced.

The shadows of our fathers,

surrounding the lake of hope.

They've sacrificed their blood,

in search of livelihood,

far away from home.

Between the dusk,

and the awaited dawn,

anxiety ruins the hope.

Undermined by cold winds,

rapidly beaten by weakness,

gradually vanished into thin air.

Afflicted by encumbrance,

burden and dignity,

severely sentenced by death.

Shadows of our fathers.

Grief of our fathers.