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π“π‡π„π˜ 𝐀𝐑𝐄 π’πŽπ‹πƒπˆπ„π‘π’'

They are Humans..
That have humour...
They look fearless..
But their minds in bear fear..
Truth in their hearts..
But have sad truth that hurts...
They look harmful...
But souls of harmless lions...
π“π‡π„π˜ 𝐀𝐑𝐄 π’πŽπ‹πƒπˆπ„π‘π’'
Their backpacks as heavy as a lead...
Helmet strong as an oak..
Their mind heavy with fear..
Their hearts steady with prayers..
They walk by the truth...
They smile by their loyalty ...
Beneathe their ribs there are secrets kept..
π“π‡π„π˜ 𝐀𝐑𝐄 π’πŽπ‹πƒπˆπ„π‘π’'
'Ta'Ta'Ta worken by the sound of guns..
They run from right to left...
Their minds left unaware...
confusion all over the champers..
Carry their guns and shoot beneath the walls...
Their faces align no fear...
But their hearts beats tremondious over fear....
With there bounded heavy uniform...
With sophisticated combat boots..
They appeal no fear...
But hide out of fear...
π“π‡π„π˜ 𝐀𝐑𝐄 π’π“πˆπ‹π‹ π’πŽπ‹πƒπˆπ„π‘π’'
They protect the nation...
Their families...
Their friends ....
And their friends foes...
They same soldiers protect their enemies
THEY ARE WARRIORS BENEATH LIFE AND DEATH....
π“π‡π„π˜ 𝐀𝐑𝐄 π’πŽπ‹πƒπˆπ„π‘π’'
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