War
War is a psychopath in greed of power...
a nation wrecking, wrapped in rubble,
with nightmares of the might of hatred.
Muddy boots over broken buildings
the debris screams in silence of death,
Please , can you stop the war?
A brutal bullet butchers innocence
A bomb defeats the trust of humanity.
A missile stalls in the ragged horizon
Anger exploding in a cauldron of hell.
Only two legs lost, one amputed arm
scars forever sour in head and heart.
A beautiful country of tranquil pastures
now a daily news of counting corpses.
Dignity of a body, fights a helpless woman.
hidden in darkness, cries of scared children.
Pain in sadness, all noise and destruction.
Finally they hail the glory of a victory.
Who has won the War?
A psychopath in greed of power.
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