the monster has reared its head yet again,
it has burnt and plundered and ravished yet again,
an empty cup, a pair of slippers, tell so poignant a tale
precious lives snuffed out, innocents slaughtered yet again.
a mother fondles her sons face for the last time,
a wife sees unseeingly into the grim future yet again,
a baby carried out to safety, by its saviour
have they succeded, in their mission of death yet again?
are we going to carry on and forget yet again?
exemplify the courage of our soldiers momentarily, yet again?
oh wake from your stupor, and rise to the need of the hour..
let the lives be not sacrificed, in vain yet again
unite in thoughts, action, and assert your power,
let the cowards not succeed in their motive yet again,
we are one, God is one, and together we can, fight an army,
let this never be our fate, or our fear, yet again.
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