Little Do They Know

Some in the midst of their regular chore;
Few with body so weak and ill.
Men showed valour but their bodies sore;
From that day it's all downhill.
Their plans went smooth, everyone's still;
And little do the dying souls know!
That day would be the last they feel the wind blow.

Affectionate mothers and damsels so bonny,
Patriotic fathers and brothers
And a seven-year old brother in agony!
Painful indeed! The treatment of the abusers
But thy banners held high among the commoners.
But little do they know
Ne'er again will they see the river flow.

Now you lay six feet beneath the earth;
May thy soul be at peace.
Eternal peace and everlasting life is worth
Your sufferings, which will forever cease.
And ne'er will be forgotten thy name as you decease
As long as Tahchapas and Tahchanus are free
And their eyes can see.