THE BATTLE CRY

On a dark and gloomy night,
the clouds wept in agony and wailed in distress...
The tears of clouds were starting to flood and everybody's spirits were low,
However, the bold hearts were still bold and were still protecting the souls of the loving land,
to which, they all belonged...

With the angry thunder of clouds there was another thunder...
which made the bold soul's heart stop.
it was not a volcano, not an earthquake not a landslide neither the thunder of clouds,
It was a gunfire which thundered with the clouds...

It was the night of immense bloodshed...

The bold were fighting back hard, fighting with every bullet which came to puncture their bold heart..


every bullet on a bold heart,
was a bullet on bravery, selflessness and willpower,
many lives were lost,
not just any lives but the lives of the bold...

Finally,
the bold were never defeated and never will be...
but were sent to doors of heaven...
they knew that goodness would always win...
so they rested in peace...

But as for the people, every person of that beautiful land remembered...

on a dark and gloomy night...
the guns roared and the bold wailed.