Shooter and the clay pigeon

The young marksman who is in the services deprives her as a slave.
His love seems to her like military orders.
But how can she salute him in despair?
He is not the right partner though he is well polished.
Let him choose a quarrelsome lass and search for a polite soldier who really fights with life.

*I dedicate this poem to my brother soldiers who are in the meaningless battlefield on this precious Christmas day.
The Lord Jesus preached about brotherhood against the battlefield?

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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