Counter Strike Poem by Noorie Ali

A soldier, warriors, combats, too.
Evil nation throttled on the truth
Bias collisions derailed world news

Rumours have it, but the journals too
The first and last scrap, it’s a fliers view.

Negative positive material due
Whip lashing, backstabbing, and riots rule.
It is a simple move for those who choose
The bad the worse and the ugly truth.
For it is their occupation they do not
Want to mute.

Strikers and their powerful tools
It is a “war” and their missions so cruel
No, no more rules just silly political views

A native life is pending without any notice
A durable willingness for the genius
A battle won, a battle lost.
A frightening experience

But who’s promiscuous?