Skulls Of The Soldiers Poem by Ravi Kopra

Skulls of the soldiers buried in fields
remind us of the games their masters play at will.
Are the soldiers not like the kept animals of the past
who ploughed the fields for your wheat and sugar
who gave you milk and butter
who carried your bricks, stones and mortar
who pulled your buggies and carts
who carried you to play polo, to bull fights
to parties, to festivities and to your funerals?

Soldiers of the world, rise up, go get united
wake up, don't be slaves no more, don't be like animals
don't take orders from your masters
you don't know you have more power than them
but need a little awakening to light up your minds.
You have been used and abused for centuries by your masters.
Refuse to be soldiers, choose the noble professions.
Just imagine if
there are no soldiers in the world to fight the wars
will there be any wars?
Will man not live in peace and love one another?