Bataan Death March

 

No Mama
No papa
No Uncle Sam
No one to rescue
No one to cover
With empty stomachs
Feeling cold and fatigued
We walk endlessly

Charley Team is dead
Bravo is gasping
Those who fall down
Will be killed by the Japs

No Mama
No papa
No Uncle Sam
No one to rescue
No one to cover
Without a hope
Without a salvation
We walk to the jaws of death

Sgt Patrick is losing his strength
Malaria and starvation made him a wreck
He might not survive to see another day
Good-bye, Patrick, goodbye, old friend

No Mama
No papa
No Uncle Sam
No one to rescue
No one to cover

We keep walking until we are all dead
No one would ever know our plight
No one would ever imagine our suffering
Soon, we all rest in an unmarked grave

by Ruwan M Jayatunge