Thousands and millions of warriors' red blood,
Unable to bear the suffering of fellow beings,
Toiling day and night to survive,
Without knowing the distinctions between high and low,
Not letting the lives of the poor and downtrodden
Be left to the wind,
That red blood tore through the curtains of oppression,
Exposing the injustice to the people.
It witnessed sacrifices unimaginable to the common folk
That red blood did.
Today, the freedoms and independence people savor,
The life free of bondage, the fortunes of liberty,
Stand as the remnants of joy
Sprouted from the last breath of those sacrifices.
Can anyone, at any time, even in imagination or dreams,
Pay homage with a smile to the sacrifice
Of those great warriors who shed their red blood
To brighten our lives?
If they had chosen self-interest like many of us do today,
Could we even imagine our lives as they are today?

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