So many conflicts, many nations want.
To kill, abundant arms, countries just flaunt.
Talking about wars, a thing they cherish,
it matters less, whether many perish.
On round tables, their talks always on strife:
destroy with bombs not even a knife;
invade other lands with slightest excuse
to commit shameful human rights abuse.
Their alliances rob others of their peace.
Their thirst for human blood is without cease.
A once prosperous place plundered to debt,
all their residents scamper in cold sweat.
But hope still glimmers, though the road is long,
still peace will come, though war now rages strong.
13th November, 2024.
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