I buried my brother today,
On the hill that knows no shade.
Close to where birthed were we,
Where ma and pa to rest were laid.

As land I dug and trees we grew,
My twin did give his life for men.
We feed the lives that shed their blood,
In war that e'er have no end.

Last meal I gave him, as he bled,
No tears did fall from my tired eyes.
I only held him close and said,
"No confession, no regrets, no last goodbyes."

He died in my arms, a life now lost,
Needlessly taken by another's blade.
I buried myself with my brother today,
On the hill that knows no shade.

-Unknown Farmer,
The Travels of Di'izan, Volume II