The Patriotic Warrior

Born with a motive

To serve his motherland

With all he could give.

He had that passion

So nobody could save his enemies

From being ashen.

He was so strong

The one on whom many relied

Who may or may not belong.

He trained so hard

Physically and mentally

Turning his feelings hard.

How could he not?

The ones he fought were humans too

This mattered a lot.

They too had families

Where they had to return

Along with their allies.

But they broke the rules

Adding to the fire

They were the fuels.

So he had to go

To fight them

To tell them about the lives they owe.

They wished him bon voyage

But they never knew

He was going near a mirage.

He heard the battle cry

A fire was ignited in him

Now he was ready to vie.

But the enemies were steps ahead

With arms and strength

So he bled.

He fought till his last breath

With all his might

Trying to overcome death.

He won the battle

Saved the country

But lay alone, away from the hassle.

There he smiled

The last but

Like a child.

Cause the battle of life he lost

Because to save himself

Was his duty to fulfill, at any cost.

But he was happy

To lie in the soil

Near the woods which were sappy.

He was proud to die

'Cause his body would now be covered in the flag

Which he served his whole life

At the final goodbye.