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Flight Of Freedom He holds all gut and ran with all his might.  Talking to the winds propelling upright. Into the crimson sun fading from the sight. Over the blues of water turning dark from light. The bruised Indian soldier took his big flight, flight of freedom from the prison of plight. where he held captivated away from his army's sight. tortured and mutilated every day and every night. Prisoners of war captured by the enemy's site undergoes an inhuman treatment that will chill you with fright. This is for all the soldiers  who lay their life fighting for their motherland, holding the tricolor up and tight. War is not a justice but a blot on humanity. a sad revelation of mankind that leaves peace for false vanity The land that you spit on, is the land that we die for. You call it soil, I call it Nation Murmured the mutilated soldier who was killed while attempting, A Flight of F...