Death Trap
A tragedy wrapped up
symbolising heroism,
To shed blood and
tears to the bone, virtual,
A thousand soldiers came
forward to raise a protest,
Against the misfortune
and invasion.
Cannons to shoot
countless throbs,
In the light of the
sun underneath,
Like the pearls of
starry contention.
It was too high to the
top,
Of the mountain
hills and rocks,
Their memories are
engraved with lines,
Of the sacrifice in the motion of life.
The soldiers embraced
death before,
The cannons, guns, and
weapons volleyed,
And outburst
their death traps in motion,
Beyond question in the
wake of fortune,
Ahead in life, the handicapped are liberated.
From the hands in
question of love and sympathy,
The trap is confined to zealous wrath,
Steps up day and night by the terrorist,
Never obey rules under the meadow and the earth,
Always trouble the humans, birds, and beasts,
But the heroes of death traps never let down,
Their heads before the tyrannical world.
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