Voice of a Soldier's Soul

I had written this poem a few days back but could not find the time to post it here. It is an attempt at poetry after a very long time. The last time I wrote one was back in my High School days. Back then, I would write poems about anything and everything and they are highly confidential and personal. I just wanted to see if I still had it in me and if words would flow just as easily. It surely has a lot of flaws but hey, I am happy that I at least made an attempt after ages. I would love to improve and get better.
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Voice of a Soldier's Soul

As my soul wanders through the skies,

I see the hills and vale through my soul's eyes,

Whereupon my soldier body lay covered in tricolour.

And weeping eyes, place on me a solitary flower.

I roam across my nation

for which I once had a vision

of progress, of development, of abundance.

But alas, it appears not to be.

My soul weeps in tears silent,

With scams and crimes, my country vibrant,

Where pledge of allegiance seems forgotten,

Where a soldier's death seems too common

And where money prevails over human.

Education and food is in abundance,

But means of reaching my people scarce

And from our neighbours, there is no peace.

Better technology- my heart does cheer

but my people still have so much to fear.

My soldier brothers and sisters always ready

To serve others who are needy,

To give their lives in service if the nation.

My wandering soul has but one question,

Is a soldier's sacrifice not so worthy?

Give me some cheer, O my country!!

My weary wandering soul yearns for rest,

Possible when my vision realised

And I see my country at its BEST.

                                                                                    - SR (Clamourous)