Make them, to face wall
Kill them all
Do not tire
Just fire
Shoot
Do not loot
Take their lives
Do not relieve
Let them die
Let their souls fly
To another land
To find real friends
Army men's children
May create hell even
Take vow
And do not allow
Fire, fire
Kill, kill
Do not feel
Snakes are to be killed
Such venom
Heard seldom
Terrorist take vow
For death row
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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