The Little Conflict

The two invisible killers raised their knives, To declare the mighty victor in their lives. The first exclaimed people to their will, And the other just made the kill. The former smeared people to their range, While the latter just made them change. The skies called the world fastening, When the living souls survived the hardening. The little angels had to behold, Just like to follow what they were told. The good had its battle gone, But the horrendous war was still on. The evil smirked through its cheeks, Hoping nothing would change for weeks. The permanence saw its end buried in the lawn, And the strength on the weaker was born. Happiness won the belittling war, Coming through the hardest like tar. The sapiens never despised sorrow, For all they wanted was a better tomorrow.. ~Aparnaa