Unfortunate....


The last man fell,
and a cheer followed
trampling the million painful screams
the joy of win took over

in that battlefield
lay a corpse
score one and half, his age
feet 6 and a quarter, tall

the wise man said
he fought like a hero
When ten of his foes rushed at him
he simply turned them to zero

he was a tiger,
unscathed and agile
for days, the enemy, thought about him
his fame they said, crossed a mile

alas he was shot
by an arrow mishit
someone of his own army
simply turned him a part of the myth.

on the epitaph of the unfortunate
one day it was to be written
"here lies the hero
who died for us to stay alive"

All those priests of war,
would they ever know
how the hero hated to tread the path
on which he had to finally go.

The crusader they made of him,
was nothing but a farmer
who sowed the seeds to raise the crops
till the sabre and arrows were handed over

The kid orphaned, could do nothing but wail
the wife widowed could do nothing but wait
the crops could do nothing bur dry
for someone else's mission they all had to die.

The men in the cabinet
have all reasons to rejoice
for their victory, they never fought
but put to death the young farmer, who had everything but choice.

But to all those who plan the war,
A humble appeal can i make
Stop this carnage, give peace a chance will you,
Leave the farmer a farmer, for heaven's sake.
 

~Aby Baby~

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