Thursday, March 19, 2009


Our soldiers die in the battle,
True and innocent as cattle.
Stronger than the vapor in a kettle.
Tasking their life lighter than shuttle.
They are heroes of this temple.
A true son to his mother,
Whose soul never wither,
The defender of the nation,
The country's passion.
The sense which is fickle,
succeeded without brittle
The man with all Texture
He is the Soldier


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