The Voice Of A Soldier

We the soldiers are trained,             

to fight where bullets will be rained,    

we would shed our lives happily,         

but what about the tears of our family. 

We are bound to follow  the orders,

due to which we sometimes fail to save our brothers.

I came alive so I share my story    

which was praised as a great glory.      

I got the medal of being brave        

by a nation standing on soldiers' grave.    

I do not see anything great,            

I couldn't save a brother because I was little late.

There is nothing glorious,     

the sight of their death was furious.   

What about those little eyes         

which were assured by a liar,           

that father would come home New Year's prior.

This was a fraction of my tragic story  

which they said was full of glory.

Every situation has a peaceful solution 

Which could bring a good revolution,

But due to the nation's so called self respect

They loose their good future's prospect.

Our last wish is only peace

but it seems to cease

when nations have chance to mease,

but they still fight to stand in the glorious light,

showing their enemies a false might.

This was a short part of my tragic story

which they said was full of glory.