I just love this poem from Mr Xanana Gusmão so much, I share it here.
A Fighter Who Fell
High on the mountain peaks of Timor
The grass grows
And warms the fractured bones
Of a fighter who fell.
Down on the grassy plains of Timor
A flower shows
And beautifies the bones
Of a fighter who fell
This is the hopeful life that grows
From life’s release
The life that every woman knows
Who calls for peace
With every waking breath
But not the peace of death.
Throughout the peaks and plains of Timor
The life-blood flows
And animates the bones
Of the fighter who fell.
Read another of his poem here (Link)