"Born in the wild bred in a rich mire
Flowers have a perfume, all that we admire
Scared the poor, blown the children, elders crying a sigh
My country is doomed with terror, and set ablaze in a fire
Soldiers of my motherland our hearts go out for you
Go crumple those barbarians, kill all of them we desire
Faded the faces turn, no more the candles burn
Visit a martyr's house, bet you find any face with a smile
A caring brother, a
loving spouse.. A only son, a cousin just twenty one
Leaves the loved ones lifeless, a soul when departs in a
gunfire
Flowers in the wild, colorful and elegant, with fragrance
not that mild
Envious me as always, over fortune of the ones, who die but
never expire"
These words are dedicated to the Martyrs, the Men and Women who died, fighting with bravado and courage to protect their Nations be it any country around the Globe.
In these critical circumstances around the world, where terrorism, brutal killings, hatred, religious and sectarian violence, honor killing, collateral damage, target killing, bomb blasts in short trauma of every sort has rooted in, these words are a preamble of privilege for the departed souls who sacrificed everything for us, for a better world.
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