The battlefield is silent now Save for the windblown trees And the flowing river - and yet Not long ago this morning did they Also wait in pregnant silence For this vengeance long unquenched In the hearts of thirteen Red warriors.   born out of agony in their toils angered by the treason of the few steeled by the love and sacrifices of a people longing to be free. . .   Thus did trees and river witness Not so unlike the lyrics of song The silence ripped wide open In a fraction of forever By gunfire and grenades Then battlecries of victory By the thirteen Red warriors Standing over the fallen enemy!   A threshold has been crossed In another day of struggle. So shall it always be. Like this. Courage and wisdom together From victory to victory Till that sweet day of freedom!