I saw a 136 of PPCs squads charge against walls so high and mighty,
i watched as they fell,
dying in a blaze for glory,
those who died i didnot love,
those who live i donot hate,
but pray tell me this?
Why strive so hard when,
you cannot hope to suceed?
Why send waves and waves,
just to be smashed again and again?
Honour?
Glory?
Revenge?
All emotions but lie in vain,
for death is the only constant of them all.
And so i weep for you choka,
as i weep for PPC.

It takes courage to fight so hard,
but takes even more courage to see,
you fall as you rise up in arms,
again,
and again,
and yet again