War
I am not a poet
Nor an author
But I look at the sky
I forecast the weather
Dark days are ahead, friends
It is going to rain
Look at the cloudy sky
It tells of weeks of coming pain
No, years rather
For the east wind is on us
A bullet for you, brother
Every fine home shall rust
So be good, reader
There is no excuse in war
It hears from no one
Neither looks at tears
Copyright © Shashank Shekhar | Year Posted 2022
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