War Cry
The world is burning down in ashes
And up rises the horror; sailing in skies
From the charred corpses that lay down;
Marred and maimed,
Up rises the smoke of terror
Amidst the war cry !
Let me lie down
For all innocent souls;
Let me lie down and weep
The world is falling down in pieces
From cannons that barf destruction ,
Tearing down that was built;
From catapults hemming around the shores,
Retching hatred for mankind;
And down trembles the land
Amidst the war cry!
Let me lie down
For all innocent souls;
Let me lie down and weep
Shouldn't my veins burn in flames of vengeance?
Shouldn't I lust for venin blood, of those,
who knitted this havoc ?
Shouldn't I yearn to rip out their perfidious heart, with my sword?
Have I no right to mourn for my fallen brethren ?
By the hands of those who are less than a man,
And more than a devil;
Who belong to no region or religion
Those who worship terror and spread it like a cancer
A disease eating out this world alive
Have I no right to curse my foe?
But the path to vengeance,
has heaped corpse of innocents.
War is a mess
A mess on both sides
I curse my foe;
You curse your foe;
And in this loop,
We might've cursed each other,
innumerable times.
Alas! Not the real enemy
The one that hides
Sometimes behind you,
And sometimes behind me.
But hey you !
You,from the other side
Are you not hopeful of a day
When it's not us against each other
But us against the terror;
the evil; the inhumane; the wrong
Are you not hopeful of a better tomorrow?
Copyright © Nitika Singh | Year Posted 2020
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