My Anger

From the deep abyss of my eyes I have no more tear left to shed My body is soaked with blood In a fluent way my heart has bled I have lost the appetite and sleep Is interrupted with sound of a blast I cease to become simple and kind If tit for tat will bring peace fast It is just not a candle in my hand But the flame of gratitude spilling From my soul for the endless hours You spend for me at boarders patrolling You will not remain in a frame Your death has given us the spark Your guns will shine in our hands Violence for violence will set the mark Salute to the martyrs of my land