No more wars
Let the battle fields be
Garden of flowers
haven’t we cried enough
how many have we lost?
Fathers, sons, Mothers, daughters
The toll mounts
We kept scoring,
Never cared to keep count!
We try to bury the unknowns story
Chernobyl, Bhopal, kansat,
we cover ourselves in, fame, glory
aren’t we lost in our own selfish greed
Wearing crowns and precious reeds
let us bring back the humanity