Cost of Cowardice

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Every damn time India hits back at terror camps across the border, the same breed of self-righteous, selectively blind “wokes” crawl out crying about “innocent children” in Pakistan. Pathetic, how their empathy has a GPS which only activates across the border, not when Indian kids were blown to bits on their way to school, or soldiers ambushed while protecting the land these wokes enjoy their freedom in. 

Well, it stops now.

Let’s get one thing straight we’re not launching fireworks for fun we’re taking out breeding grounds of cowards who’ve butchered our people for decades. And if your heart bleeds so much for the “innocents” there, where the hell were your tears when our own were turned to ash? Or do Indian lives not fit your activist agenda?

Honestly, it is a tragedy that these woke warriors weren’t there at site when Pahalgam, Pulwama, Uri, Mumbai or any of those attacks happened. Surely somebody else would have filled in their shoes, and I would have been writing the same thing for them as well, but at least we'd be a few anti-nationals short.

Terror has a price. And if that price hits where it started, so be it.

JAI HIND

JAI HIND KI SENA

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