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Another one bites the dust
The click of a trigger being pulled..
A shot.. a sound..
And another one bites the dust..
The heavy body hits the ground..
A shiver.. a glance at the sky
And the eyes run out of life..
The wind blows through his hair..
He had to do it
It was his orders to mop it up
It was his orders to clean it up
Through out his life never thinking
He’d have to come to this hell hole
Never thought he’d do all this as a whole.
A soldier fighting to give others freedom
When he can’t even feel free..
Running around and gunning people down..
For icons of liberty and democracy
For symbols of patriotism
Sounds raging deep down inside
Shouts screaming well aside
All this is becoming nonsense
Chasing kids and children
Waking people in the middle of the night
Just to make sure everything is right !
Cars , bombs , people , buildings
All are the same
All are as lame
A soldier with no honor in killing civilians
Killing them with excuse of
Casualties of war
War which is going too far
Only for a bunch of bureaucrats
Who only take decisions on paper
Where does he go what can he do?
Walking along the corpse
He looks down at the dead body..
The soul is no more there..
Perhaps somewhere up there?
But what about mine?
Where is it in this tormenting hell?
Neither on earth or up there!
Its just an evil stare in the eyes of lost ones.
This is meaningless
This is pointless..
Looking at the gun point
Smoke still rising from the nozzle..
He takes aim..
A shot..
A sound..and another one bites the dust..
But this was him..
And on his desert army was written..
I’d rather be in hell than in your heavenly earth..
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Tarek R.
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A Moment Of Spare with A Dream To Share
