Monday, November 7, 2016

A surgical strike





A bullet or shrapnel waiting for me,
That moment I hope I smile in pride to see,
When my country sends me to the region in need
To guard my brothers & sisters who have many to feed

A different mindset separated my neighbor from me,
as he attacks my land causing brethren to flee
I stand in between so my foe can cause no pain
And make sure that he would make no gain.

With no stone unturned will I make him pay
so that he doesn't harm my country hay
Until my last will this prevail
For my mother, my land should hail.

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