Waste War
Gory,bloody and gut wrenching,
Was the war,
Why do we go to war,
Or prepare for one,
We seem always prepared for one,
The money that could go to feed and clothe millions,
Gets converted to the steel and explosives of war,
Object of war is land and territory,
If we get a few square kilometers of it,
Would it make any difference?
To your and mine life,
Almost all of us, who fought the war,
Would be tired of the war if left alive,
And soon thereafter die in time,
In fact on closer thoughts,
It is not land or territory,
But it is mutual distrust of each other,
We have divided ourselves in several ways,
Sometimes we are from a country,
And at others we are of a religion,
Political divides are worst,
We have firm belief,
That if we are not ready with our guns,
Other kind would rule the roost at our cost,
At times we wish to snatch from unwary,
It’s no end as a race,
But as an individual,
War of my times were a waste.
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