(Continued) My dear army General, to you I write Why do you follow examples of General Dyer, the Duke of Marlbro and Prince Eugene? I think I love the way you shout to your army men, to kill and fire us to death A war that destructs innocent lives The glorious lightening bolt, is perhaps the best example Hope you get the knock of hell Summoning you to death Hope you experience that terrificus of losing yourself at your sight I'll have to be bold; manage The slippery blood from blemishing my shoe with embroidery of gold The sentimental tears That shed from a childing mother's Eyes; when she has to bid, her unborn baby "goodbyes" The blood, overflown Caused the crimson in August ponds A war, you don't take blame of, and secretly abscound My dear army General, to you I write. I'll spend the other day, How do I survive the night? Which fills the air, with the perfume of valour in a soldier's evaporating blood? My hate for you is intense, The ice of this hate, I know will never condense
I know.. This must have been the longest poem posted by me until now on Mirakee. This topic was actually close to me these days. So I filled my paper with anger with these words..