The outcome of a war,
Is determined by the performance of the warriors,
For the victory day to come,
The leaders are abused,
The followers are pampered with costly words,
They felt pressure before the victory arise,
From the depth of the land,
Dig the ground till they found gold,
Fight the war till victory is felt,
Our people demand victory from the warriors,
Warriors go to the front line to claim victory,
along with their victorious life.
Appreciate their efforts,
Songs, praises, eulogy,
welcome their legs,
As they entered the town,
With victorious face,
They are our heroes,
They deserve our praises,
Shout out to all Front runners,
Leaders; who felt the pressure so badly,
To win the war,
Against every obstacles,
That seem to block their ways to victory,
Our Legend are victorious.
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