Note of a Dead-Soldier
Come, my son, my daughter, let’s get killed,
Fighting for our beloved nation…!
They, under bribes, get applications filled,
Do not mind! They get better salary-transaction!
My officers do not get killed:
I am their negotiation...!
Come, My son, my daughter, let’s get killed,
Fighting for our beloved nation…!
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Who is the mother?
Who is the father of this nation?
What option have been left with one another,
Than just a negotiation…!
Come, yet, let us get killed,
Fighting for our beloved nation;
Come, my son, my daughter, let’s get killed,
Fighting for our beloved nation…!
09 October 2022
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