Hero's Death
A hero’s bloody wasted death
A lonely cold stony grave
Our hero became the bullets slave
Shown no mercy from faceless gunfire
Just doing his job with honour and dedication
The career he desired without limitation
War is a ritual of certain death
How was he to know that this
War would be his final breath
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