Death Trap

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.A tragedy dressed as a hero's pride,

Where virtual blood and tears run deep,
A thousand brave soldiers step forward to hide
No more, from the dark fate they sweep.
Loud cannons fire in the morning light,
Like stars that fall in a fierce fight.

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 unleashed 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.