There was once a man who’s standing still
He saw his family – dead from a kill
With nothing behind, he joined the war,
Hoping to see the suspect afar
He packed his knives, his best obsessions
Also the steel toys, his kids’ possessions
He melted them to have round pellets
Loaded them in his vengeful muskets
So the war blew, he’s on a warpath
He gazed the man with his utmost wrath
He hurled his knives, his raged aim has failed
Next come the pellets, just didn’t nailed!
Emptily, he plucked the flagpole on his right
He cleared his mind, locked the knave in sight
“Forget your vengeance”, he stood on his feet
He tossed the pole; at last, it’s a hit!
After few hours, the war has ended
This soldier was found, reclining dead
Wearing a smile in his deepest core
He finally found what he’s fighting for
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