When war break out;
All who clamor for it none would stay to see the end
Misery walks into different door post uninvited
Dealing a big blow to as many
Period people run for their dear lives
Who said war is fair?
Purchasing of grenade
To cause mishap
There in the battle field
No life is spared
Even the ones its their daily meal
It absolutely cause nothing
To abstain and never heed to the call of death
As we harness our affairs
By being self driven
A lot little did they know about fighting of battles
Life become sufferance
No place to hide or put ones head
Many captured and eaten raw
Others slayed alive
That we didn't deserve we often meet
People that easily feed;
End up borrowing
Life is usually far from human
Many end up in empty belly
And thoroughly dealt with by dark hearts
A lot that's cruel will manifest
How will they return?
The ones that were suddenly gunned down
All end up running for a dear life
Our melancholy told by history and co-travellers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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