lying in a pool of blood holding flag so high,
crawling in pain to reach his gun;
'cause he don't wanna give up before he says goodbye.
Bullets are crossing his heart;
as he tries to get up; pain breaks his spine,
he falls again with his arm up in air, thinking;
if we weren't at combat zone, we must be sharing glasses of wine.
The flashback runs him through;
he says goodbye to the world; so brute,
and he goes down on knees;
in front of the flag, he makes the last salute.
Sound of gun fire echoes in the sky;
patches of blood are covering every inch of his skin,
he now sleeps in the arms of Gaia;
with lots and lots of wishes buried within.
He never wanted to fight like every mother's son;
and now he lies speechless in despair,
like a hero, he rests in peace;
and people box him up with 21 gun-shots in air.
The flashback runs them through;
they say don't be back to this world; so brute,
and they go down on their knees;
in front of his body, they make the last salute.
P.S. My creation, please do not copy!!
P.P.S. People fight for a piece of land, they sacrifice their lives. They fight for belonging to different community, religion, creed and all these shit things. Is it not enough that we belong to same group Homo Sapiens Sapiens and share the same world? Think!!