War – We hate thee
An age to make him a man
Moments to end his life span
He is shot dead
By another gun in common hand.
Where threat rests on brow
Revenge beats in heart
Love rests alone in holy books
Market reads the bloodshed wars.
Innocence weeps tears
Childhood droops
Adult move as adolescence
No place for right in roof.
A bloom of care
A thought to repair
A dream to change
Makes me write this phrase.
How long shall humanity degrade
Below the burden of wrong
Will no one come ahead again?
To end the existent wars.
Peace, peace each heart cries
With a loaf we survive
A loot of fame, money and claim
Makes no better the climb.
May I, may you, may we all change
Change for peace on land.
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