Nations break,
the lines they fill,
all around,
the crimson is spilled.
Nobody knows
how long will it last,
I see them die,
the bodies all charred.
They don’t see
what they’ve done,
my eyes are wide open,
and my mind is shut.
Standing at the gates,
they push us to the edge,
the bullets light up the sky,
and the fear, it rests.
I don’t know why
it boils down to this,
the cries and agony
bring out the anger you can’t resist.
I see the grim reaper
having a feast on the breathless,
and the death marches,
with his scythe.
Why do we fight?
Why crave for power?
Why do we kill?
Why we suffer?
Bullets and the bombs,
create the graves, filled,
if we crave for the power,
humanity gets killed.
Let the sanity prevail,
for the world to survive,
the innocents die,
and we shamelessly dignify.
The world has seen
enough damage,
the war,
it only brings carnage.
It’s time
to unite and take a stand,
peace
is the only solution for life.
Image by S. Hermann & F. Richter (user:pixel2013) from Pixabay
Synopsis: A poem about war and death. It illustrates a civilian’s viewpoint and revolves around the thought of peace and brotherhood rather than bloodshed and thirst for power.
PENNED BY
AYUSH PANDYA
(AUTHOR – THE UNPRECEDENTED CULT)
