War Ends, Not Miseries
Frontiers may get guarded sans hate,
And bonhomie get built ere late
Amidst smiles sans adversities,
But wars when rage, rage miseries.
More than the people, wins the king,
Soldiers die, their memories cling,
In strife suffer their families,
Yea, wars when rage, rage miseries.
The bridge-builders were forgotten—
Poor monkeys made butt of all fun,
Ram routed Ravan with all ease,
Long since wars rage, rage miseries.
Frontiers may get guarded sans hate,
But wars when rage, rage miseries.
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Kyrielle Sonnet |01.11.2023| war
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