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Victory - Poem by Z H Khan

Never mind you’re full of shrapnel,
Ignore the bullet in your head.
Celebrate, my boys, my men
Even if you’re dead.

We have won and they did not
They flee in terror, cowards all!
Celebrate, my boys, my men
Lift your corpses and stand tall.

Bullet holes and bayonets
Will sing your warrior’s praises.
Celebrate, my boys, my men,
Smile as our flag raises.

This battlefield of bloody mud
Will make you proud, happy.
Celebrate, my boys, my men
This is victory.


Comments about Victory by Z H Khan

  • (11/23/2006 11:23:00 PM)


    hi zeba you writes very exellent. i want a friend like you who, s thinking are too good shall we friends (Report) Reply

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  • (4/14/2005 12:38:00 PM)


    Brilliant! One for the anthologies. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 14, 2005

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 4, 2010
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