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He stood in the battlefield, gazing upon the dead,
innocents laid down, bathed in crimson red.
He stared to the sky with a rifle in his hands,
neglecting the crushed homes and blood drenched in the sands.
Filled with shame of what his comrades had done,
as they murdered those who never touched a gun.
Without any reason for such a gruesome act,
heart and tolerance was what they clearly lacked.
Cannons were firing, bullets were in the air,
tanks were trawling, but the surviving did not care.
They remained steadfast, gathered in the field,
standing united, without any yield.
Their will and words spoke louder than their actions,
but the soldiers did not budge from their distractions.
Bones were broken, blood had been spilled,
children were taken yet elders were killed.
Farms were raided, cruelty was at peak,
virgins were molested, drowned by their own shrieks.
The soldiers' celebrated their genocide, rather than have grieved,
yet with a turn of karma, they were about to be deceived.
The brave former soldier, dropping his rifle,
took a step forward, ready to stifle.
Damaged from the tearful sentiment of war,
the guilt of it all shook him to the core.
He withdrew a grenade from his pocket,
and pulled the pin, like a plug from a socket.
They paid the right cost for what they had done,
as the savages had nowhere to run.
The soldiers died in vain, as their victory was not precise,
but for the hearten man, noble, was his sacrifice....
© Copyright 2013 Walli Ullah All Rights Reserved. Better not rip it, freeloaders. 😂
innocents laid down, bathed in crimson red.
He stared to the sky with a rifle in his hands,
neglecting the crushed homes and blood drenched in the sands.
Filled with shame of what his comrades had done,
as they murdered those who never touched a gun.
Without any reason for such a gruesome act,
heart and tolerance was what they clearly lacked.
Cannons were firing, bullets were in the air,
tanks were trawling, but the surviving did not care.
They remained steadfast, gathered in the field,
standing united, without any yield.
Their will and words spoke louder than their actions,
but the soldiers did not budge from their distractions.
Bones were broken, blood had been spilled,
children were taken yet elders were killed.
Farms were raided, cruelty was at peak,
virgins were molested, drowned by their own shrieks.
The soldiers' celebrated their genocide, rather than have grieved,
yet with a turn of karma, they were about to be deceived.
The brave former soldier, dropping his rifle,
took a step forward, ready to stifle.
Damaged from the tearful sentiment of war,
the guilt of it all shook him to the core.
He withdrew a grenade from his pocket,
and pulled the pin, like a plug from a socket.
They paid the right cost for what they had done,
as the savages had nowhere to run.
The soldiers died in vain, as their victory was not precise,
but for the hearten man, noble, was his sacrifice....
© Copyright 2013 Walli Ullah All Rights Reserved. Better not rip it, freeloaders. 😂
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