A soldier’s solemn promise
To serve and protect
Called into question
In an iniquitous conflict
Is it not courage
To stand up and stand alone
At odds with dishonourable might
That seeks to punish the meek
Do I label them a deserter
Or celebrate their valour
For their oath was to shield
The weak and the helpless
The mighty only win
On the strength of their ammunition
Even when the scales of justice
Are at odds with their exploits
Whichever path a soldier treads
Notwithstanding the outcome of conflict
Celebrated as a hero or reviled as a villain
Knocking on heavens door with tainted hands
Bio
Seema Ahira
Words are a doorway to magical worlds. They open our minds and give wings to our thoughts. They have the power to alter the course of our lives and the fate of millions to bring forth unimaginable goodness and untold horrors. Although my musings are not this magnanimous, they provide me a sense of contentment most of the time but also leave me sleepless when I see humanity floundering. I am an undying believer in the goodness of all, despite actions to the contrary. I am blessed to have a roof over my head, food on the table, a loving family and encouraging mentors that have supported my various personal endeavours including writing.
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