Imagine a soldier dying at combat zone; 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.
People fight for a piece of land, they sacrifice their lives. They fight for belonging to different community, religion, creed and all these **** things. Is it not enough that we belong to same group **** Sapiens Sapiens and share the same world? Think!!