Warrior
Sounds of gun shots filled the air,
his comrades lay in the ground writhing in pain...
patches and streams of red blood could be seen around...
He thought of his comrades families, he knew all of them well...
his thoughts went to his mother, wife and children...
fight he must, for he too might be hurt or killed.
He fought for self protection more than patriotism,
he killed many mercilessly,
his country gained victory!
But he was not happy,
he felt miserable...
Copyright © Rama Balasubramanian | Year Posted 2020
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