Wars with no survivors


Stop and look around,
There are miseries all over the round.
World is filled with a kot of pain,
Reckless destruction and pointless gain.

Those busy roads and Hustle-Bustle,
This never-ending saga needs to settle.

Those clumsy huts are falling,
Drainage and sewage chocked down.
Few Schools and offcourse less Education,
Here future looks Faded and Brown.

This race to be at the top,
Will put an end to this world.
Wars will be won,
With no survivors at the End.

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