No regrets for getting up too early,
As I can concentrate very calmly,
Because of wars, mood stays glumly,
But, my body, mind and soul are burly.
I am seriously worrying and asking, why
Should my human brothers have to die?
My heart and soul with brain sadly cry,
Disastrous wars, I very strongly decry.
Dying means leaving is permanent,
From the world, one will be absent,
Soldiers enter into death-agreement,
"What a curse?" is my only comment.
By leaving behind their dear family,
They face the world damn bravely,
They encounter many dangers daily,
Is their mission devilish or so holy?
If death gives a brutal kiss,
Soldiers attain eternal bliss,
Their presence, world will miss,
I think the decision is only His.
To live, mother gives the safest birth,
To her, her child gives the best mirth,
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