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A soldiers sorrow


You have the rights of all men…
Great and small, you are one.
The rights you take for granted…
Were bloody as they were won.
You use your rights to humiliate,
To curse, to hate for thrills.
The brave men that fell and died,
Died for hope… and hope fulfilled.
But you take the rights they won you,
Claiming them as your own.
When all you do is curse them…
Our soldiers that lay alone.
Between them so much courage…
Brave hearts every one.
They understood their rights as men…
And stood straight every one!

for those who think themselves worthy to criticise our brave soldiers.




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