That Bird Poem by Ashmal Naleem

</>That small bird fleeting through the sky
The soldiers stare at that bird flying so high
It is not plagued with worries and fears
Through day and night guns firing are not what it hears

The dying soldiers long that they join that bird
They pray and hope as their vision comes blurred
The fighter lets that bird carry his heart
Because in war love plays no part

The war comes to an end
The soldiers are in commend
But for these medals these brave men think not
But they think of their brothers who lay to rot

With only that bird, crying down at them
It is their foreign guard
All this death has finally left it scarred