When We Finished Bullets

Wounded soldiers and others who are died are waiting for their stint,

Someone might finish all, they might be eaten tonight,

Or in the next days, if the troops would not reach for them,

No fear, demise has hitting its drum.

The beasts are eager for lunch, they are watching from the firmament,

The guns were shouting and sent many souls aloft.

Until the sound of the bullets become soothed,

They are watching, unto fires around the war front has disappeared.

But, two heroes remained on that land of perusal,

Both were enemies each other, their gun finished a cannonball.

Then started to kick each other unto their last waft,

How their country looks proud when she did see them while they fought,

How strong they were, the death was so sweet,

The time has ended, at squeezing the throat around the enemy’s neck,

The land has wept with red tears, rained human blood, she is sick.

Both are not to be said a victor the one shall say good bye,

After stopping the breeze of the loser,

The winner must say my enemy you are now to die.