They made a plan, they sneaked at night
No consideration about their own lives, they wanted to fight
Covered their faces, only the eyes were visible
For the sake of their motto, anything seemed feasible
Planted some bombs and got some ammunitions
Polished and all ready, their blood thirsty guns
They didn’t see children they didn’t see women
Killed people recklessly as if it were a good omen.
A museum of dead bodies lay there
For those innocent souls, was this fair?
Rivers of blood had been running haywire
But even with all this, they hadn’t met their desire.
Lives were lost, people were scared
Even to step out of their places, they feared
The terror had now been established in their minds
Not just for life, but there were threats of all kinds.
And when life finally got back to normal
Their institutions started to be more formal
A new plan they had, a new demand they had
Hurt, as many as possible, making it so so bad.
Raise a voice, we have to be untied
Pushing away the sad times, we have to be delighted…
A salute to all our forces
Thank you for always protecting us !
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