Does A Bullet Worth To Kill You!

Does A Bullet Worth To Kill You! short poem

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Take cover!! There they are!
Hold your fire we are running low
Bombs are wet, grenades empty
I hate this way of fighting…
Never let your riffle fail
Keep your bullet straight
your eyes firm on enemy’s chest
Shout in anger if you like this killing
To kill or getting killed
Remember your oath
you made for your country-
To die at such a young age
They will cover your coffin
With color and flower
They will lit fire in your memory
Only You will not be remembered
Your dust will be waiting for revenge
But dead never comes back
Does it worth… does it really…
Does a bullet worth to kill you…?

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Nadeem Qazilbash
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A question that needs a lot of asking, in these times of push button, remote, easy wars.

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