A Decade's War Poem by AFFAQ NABI

A decade's war hath left but barren ground,
No schools for minds of youth to be made bright,
No fields of corn to yield the winter's round,
No healers' hands to soothe the woes of night.
All's lost, destroyed in dust and shifting sands,
The fallen left no trace upon the naked land.
Survivors' eyes with grief as sorrow stands,
Earth trembled 'neath the war's relentless hand.
What gain has come from these years of strife?
But ruins stark and death's grim, ghastly dance.
If war you love, then with thyself make life,
A holy war, where ego's cleanse their stance.
Thus purged of folly, rise from worldly grime,
To find within a peace that's truly thine.