Past

The bullets from past 
pierced the wall of present,
the firing sound travelling for decades
Haunting new born in name of forefathers..

The wars of today are because of past
the bloody eyes reading the old testimomy -
​​​​​words spread some thousand years ago
About the glorious war in its past..
The days gone by became so perfect
that we wished to go back to the 45s
When the sound of aircrafts haunted souls
while wishing to go back to its past..

But ain't the past a bloody story
Hatred, lust and devil's lullaby?
Yet we want to kill the future
For the past gone by..
Our thoughts mingled so much
With the actions from the past,
that to make the country great again
We demand for bullets from the past.....