Bullets Are

No easy breathe
After death
My body is buried feet under
The place is safe here

I was way laid
When passing through raid prone area
One bullet took my life away
I was declared passed away

What sort of madness is this?
How many more sacrifices?
The families may be waiting for arrival
But I was not to reach at all 

I am given state of honor
Buried with tears and words for
Showing so much of courage
Words of praises written clearly on page

I find total change in scene
It is hostility from neighboring nation
How many more shall be dying?
Meanwhile bullets are still flying