Many died, Many were killed.
They were the martyrs in the war.
Destroyed lives, broke apart families,
People just saw it but couldn't do anything.
It left a scar on the minds of the homeless.
Even the families of the martyrs cried,
After many years their tears dried.
But by then another war declared,
Youngsters sent on the field,
With gun and shield.
When it was their Time for fun,
They were handed a gun,
To fight for the nation,
And get ready to die, though it was not their passion.
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