Victory?
A soldier walks
Across the land
A rifle in hand
Standing proud and tall
Thinking of only victory.
The soldiers get in the trenches
And see the enemy
Shots are fired and shouts are heard
You cannot hear the singing bird
The soldier fires, then again
A bullet hitting a man
And he will fall
No longer standing
Proud and tall.
The soldier has won a victory
Or has he?
He has killed a man
Who he didn’t know
This will haunt him
For his life
Cutting into his thoughts
Sharp as a knife.
SHANT ATMAN 