The Soldier

For the welfare of people This purpose to fulfill We stand opposing threats- For our fatherland’s will. For law and order, all purely made by madmen, Completely false From the beginning to all ends. Nonexistent to us forsaken by chance To leave without trace It's an unforgiving sense. But- I'll be The soldier. Raid the dunes of sinned warmth There, a glass tracks my life remaining. Time is powerful, With it, I leave home in crestfallen loathing. In this pandemonic land of length everyone’s pretending to have their own strength As the sky sees us off- without a wee woven wreath. We see sands cladding our red spilling For us to heal in death. Shaheed- I am The Soldier. Rise in the horizon, Rise as the dust would and- Return to our scarred, homely land Pursuing warmth In this now banished land Finally, now at peace by my very hand Khatam- I, was The Soldier.