A Battle To Win [Part 1]

Battles begin,
Swords clash,
Empty coffins,
Filled in a flash.

Crimson red,
flows the blood,
Tension prevails,
Eyes shut.

Pass through the head,
The bullets roar,
After the thunder,
The silence grows.

Weapons leave,
Their masters in grave,
Anger wins,
We die as its slaves.

No more we live,
No more fear,
No more we cry ,
No more tears!

(contd.)


 ~Prashant Mishra