Bloodshed


What is war?

The death of the mind

Or the game of blind.

Why played?

For the support of humanity

Or the proof of supreme.

Who starts?

The seekers of truth

Or the supporters of falsehood.

Who suffers?

The political leaders

Or the hungry weepers.

From where is it born?

Revenge or vengeance.

The sky's gloomy red

With the blood of ones who are dead.

The celestial bodies weep to see

Humans causing such treachery.

"Weren't the monsters better?"-

They ask themselves

On seeing the human race destroy itself.

The whirlpools of mind

Never support such acts against mankind.

What is right what is not

Sees not a person choose mind is rot.

Young or old they do not care

Thay slash everyone who against them dare.

The soul of everyone dies

Who play with other's lives.

Winning by killing is their only agenda

Who glorify wars in their propaganda

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