BY: SABA SAEED, M.B.B.S., BATCH XX
You put up your Armour and brace your body.
Weapons on the table, your guns are ready.
So small a soldier, your innocence bled.
You were born in this war zone where the Commanders forget.
There’s hate in the sunlight, and blood on these shores, and say what you may,
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