What lies behind defeat and death
The hot days with hot pellets of gunshots
fiery raging with angered valor and courage
to defeat our rivals, same hot blood still
amidst us from our trench, some from the
field, blood running like water, after all
the battle field is like child’s play;
unabated vendetta and ill will, the same
mood of violence prevailing after fire
quenched here and there. We fell to the
ground with wounds and breath hanging
flimsy within the orbed wall, much to the
fear and suspense of fellow warriors;
sudden, dismay, some falling like dusk
not knowing what is the next step, some
still with a will to fight adversary, we the
lying on the floor, not knowing, not fleeing,
still with a pride, a feel that we fought to
redeem the honor of our country. Victory,
real victory lies still an acceptance that
though you fell, fell and fled , fled for a
cause of a nation, matter of pride, not defeat.
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