The Road to Freedom


Blindly rushing into battle,

No thoughts of the other side,

Just their family, their country, and their pride


They are terrorists,

They are muslims,

They are evil,

No god among them


But wait, what is this?

A small child,

A bag of bones,

A pregnant woman,

why are they alone?


The father is dead,

Rushed out with hands raised,

And got shot in the head.


But hey,

The country is saved,

From that child,

From that mother,

With blood,

Freedom was paved.


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