The Battle of
Liaoshui
In September, the Huns struck with might,
And the Han army fell in a single
fight.
For miles around, no soul was
found,
And bones lay scattered on the
ground.
In every home beneath the walls,
Families mourned their loved
ones' falls.
But wives and mothers bore the
pain,
And found solace in poverty's
plain.
For some, their husbands lay in the field,
But their children's future they
still wield.
And though their bodies may live
on,
Their hearts burned bright like
the morning sun. |