It was a man he had killed
A certain foe, fighter Joe
Battlefield.
He belonged to the other side
Picture of wife and girl at his stride
Fierce as an arrow, had left his bow
It was a man he had killed.
Us and them
Legions of men
Ought to do what is right
‘Death before dishonour’
Hour that tests what we stand for
Conscientious to fight.
It was a man he had killed.
Now the image won’t leave his mind
Time flies in plaintive roving
There is a price you pay, he cried.
But the image don’t leave his mind
Tried to forgive,Tried to forget
He tried.
But the image…
Sit down thinking the rights and wrongs of war
If we found romance in torn limbs and claws
Should human nature find solace in peace?
Fight but we must,right what our mind sees?
Gaurav Chakrabarti 