Be it summer, autumn, winter or spring
They fight relentlessly… out of their skin
Protecting our motherland is all they care for
In the process they lose their family, their life and much more
Upholding her honour, dignity and pride is their only aim
They fight till their last breath in her name
So many lives are lost every year in battle
War seems extremely futile
Are the enemies really outside our nation?
Or is it just our politically fuelled imagination?
Isn't their situation just like ours?
Where corruption is scot free and justice is behind bars...
No matter what, killing a soldier, who is his own reflection, has to be tough
No matter how many reasons are given to his conscience they just aren't enough
The blood shed on our borders seems like an unnecessary unforgivable sin
The fact is our mother is most threatened by enemies within
As every soldier fighting for his country loses his life
Her unworthy rulers continue to ruin her and thrive
All these lives are sacrificed in sheer vain
Wars look like the wounded facades of an internal selfish gain
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