I Am Not A Soldier Poem by nimal dunuhinga
I Am Not A Soldier
'Hey! I take my hands up
And please don't shoot me
This is my grand son's toy gun.'
'Then why did you come to the battlefield? ' Soldier inquired.
'I am jogging as per my diabetes doctor's advise.'
'You should go to a playground.'
'Certainly this is a playground not a battlefield brother,
Both parties are friends and why hold the guns?
While enemies groan in their castles comfortably.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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8/29/2026 11:09:06 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
An interesting plea for peace. Original thinking as always. Warm regards, Sandra