Soldier

If you talk today about your death,

You'll be stressed and tensed.

Because,you're scattered of death,

You want yourself to be doored and fenced.

You want your family to be with you,

You wish your family to play and woo.

You want yourself work everyday,

You want yourself eat and lay,

You wish yourself to deposit and pay.

You wish yourself in a good house,

You want yourself with a good spouse.

But, some people stand on the frontlines to think what 'you' want,

To democratically allow you to change your style and font;

They bear every bullet and every taunt,

For just, letting you think what you want.

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