Soldier

The wind blows Through my hairs Grown through years of struggle. It brings message From my soil Oh! Listen The whisper in my ears “Oh! Child don’t cry” Soothing my wounds It washes off all my Revenge, anguish and pain The rain comes too Sprinkling my face Wiping the inhuman dirt It wipes my sweat That my chained hands Have failed to do Then the rays come To fill my eyes And dry my tears My soil has sent them all Just then a foreign bird Sits on the prison bars It asks, “Who are you?” So cruelly chained and beaten “Oh! Poor man what wrong have you done?” “I am a soldier And I die for my soil”, My last breath says……