The mountains filled with blowing up noise.
With the great war killing even a little boy.
This war was a slaughter for all.
That’s why people give their respect to the fallen in the memory halls.
It was a tragedy caused by some land taking war.
The soldiers bravely roared through the terrain.
But eventually came to a defeating halt.
Sacrificing for their country, their mana higher than the clouds, their memories now secured in people’s hearts vault.
This is great it is so civilised.
Great poem could use more rhyming word.