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                                      The World is Bleeding

                      Behold, men of reason, our bleeding world,
                         With a bloody, raging war long unfurled,
                         Children moaning in darkness of despair
                         Just left lo themselves without any care
                            After saddening loss of their father;
                         Bewail the fate of a distressed mother
                    Grieving the loss of her spouse and her child
                     In a long blood-stained war brutish and wild
                    Between two well endowed advanced nations
                             Defying rules of all rigid sanctions.

                            Behold, citizens of our bleeding earth
                           The destruction of infrastructure worth
                              Many a hundred billions of dollars,
                            Shining hopes of residents to splinter
                          To become strangers in their own country,
                          For many, their means reduced to scanty
                                  With pitiful basic infrastructure
                           And often with shattered social structure;
                          Many a humane heart bleeds at such plight
                         And are surfed with sympathy at such sights.

                                Behold, men of present generation
                                  Wilful disarray in wealth creation,
                           The fateful loss of schooling by children,
                          With their future goals and vision smitten
                         On the bare rocks of dull and dark despair
                          At sight of bleeding corpses without care,
                           Blown by hostile guns just lying aground
                              And stinking human cadavers around,
                                 With voice of international justice
                          In vain and pitched down a deep precipice.

                           Behold, mindful men of our bleeding time
                             Conflicts in the Middle-East at its prime
                               The endless loss of sacred human life
                            In bleeding battles waged as daily strife;
                                 Bewail the woeful misery of men
                          Sinking deep down a dreadful drowning den,
                               Deprived of primary essential needs,
                            With not even bare broken bones to feed
                          For those subdued at the low ladder`s rung
                              Who in the deepest poverty are slung.

                            In other climes, bloodshed and civil strife
                              Are common scenes in the drama of life
                                  Spreading toxic venoms of violence
                          Sourcing from the sheer dearth of tolerance
                              Sowing seeds of division amidst states
                          Blowing the wild woeful winds of sheer hate
                             Massive displacement of man like cattle
                                In awful short-lived shelters to settle
                               Leading to weltering waves of distress
                              And amidst families, clouds of sadness.
 
                         Beware gentlemen, those who live by swords
                           Kiss the ground at the gateway of the Lord,
                              Beware that justice of the Mighty Lord
                         Discerns no flaws, no frowns, as His records
                              Are faultless and none can ever afford
                              To escape his own due, going forward.

                        Beware thoughtful men, in the sands of time
                        Bleeding wars lead to victims and war crimes,
                                Never a bloody war creates victor,
                              It leads to downfall of moral rigours,
                            Untold, unseen and countless savagery
                             Crossing the far bounds of humanity;
                         In the north or south, in the west or east
                       Will surface the sparkling sunshine of peace
                              Only with real brotherhood of men
                               And ever living as a faithful friend.
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