The Free Fire-Ians Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Free Fire-ians

Wherever go I, find I surrounded
By the Free Fire-ians
Firing indiscriminately,
Taking weapons,
Running for cover
And positions
And firing to respond and repulse
The attack,
Moving ahead, hiding beneath,
Running to cover
Even by climbing the top,
Hurling grenades,
Let the time come
If face to face with the enemy
Ready to kill with the hand too,
All for damage,
Levels, Diamond, Heroic,
Medals of honour
Or for bravery, guts shown,
Played, time passed,
Did you understand?