An innocent Warrior



Deserted from my motherland
living with the aliens
I am an innocent warrior
who wants to cherish the memories
with his beloved
who wants to see the sunshine
& a bright sunny day
the claps of happy children
the sweet chirps of birds

but what he got was roughness & toughness
wounded and healing organs
sadness,death and fear
& a deserted land
with blood everywhere..


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