In a Martyr's words

Bravo! Soldier
what an escape unscathed
from the hurricane of guns.
the fort wasn't won, but
that ain't no big deal.
your life's with you
and thats all in essence.

Oh! What bravery --
running out of the range .

Martyrs are fools
n' so was your friend -
engulped myriad bullets
in his soul, for a flag
--just a tiny piece of cloth
wavering free on a pole.
Is it really worth
all the lives brought to end ?

Alas! he too was brave-
sneaking out of the range.

A war takes its price
but why - you.
amongst multitude of zealots
you traded wisdom for no wrong.
After all, what does it take ?
- A few smoke bombs.
and you ran away to set
a life saving trend.

Brave of a kind
in escaping out of the range.

if the future bares you to bones
in its journals and magazines,
bring the law to their doors
display this ad in forms.
-When the bullet enters head
a crazy thought hits astray -
living's just for once
never dies the forsaken land...


In this world of morbid morons
you are brave - out of the range.