He Didn't Die Like a Soldier


He walked on the battlefield
Bullets flying all around him
Yet none flew close to his fur
Because he was not a target
He was safe even among reverberating grenades and tanks
He did not swear to protect himself
But his people...his own people at his own peril
Yet he had to die
at the hands of this blood-sucking barbarians
Who mistook him for animal
And pelted him with rocks
His bones crunched as he pleaded for mercy
His innocent blood was shed
His frozen tears formed a confluence of blood
Flowing freely like a fountain
Mistake him not for a coward
For pulling the trigger could have saved him
From these wolves
Who were only after sniffing his life out of him.
He must die one day
But not this way
Not to be killed like a common criminal.
He died in his prime serving his country,
Serving his countrymen,
Serving people who did not see his use - people who did not believe in him.
He could have lived
Had he broken his military oath.
If my little children ever wanted to know how I died,
Never tell them how I died
If you ever would do, tell them I died serving my people.


I did die but not like a soldier!

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