War

Bidding goodbye to those close to heart

with hopes that they would again part.

With a hundred thoughts running inside their mind,

they step outside to meet more of their kind.

Holy prayers for them the rest sing

while they wait nervously for the bell to ring.

They kiss the mother when it does

‘Today it’s gonna’ be them or us!’.

Weapons in hands and terror on face,

determined not to leave a trace.

Marching down aggressively to the battle field

under any circumstances they wont yield.

Catching sight of the enemy’s hive,

into the empty pool they dive.

With the only thought in mind: to rend,

they start constructing the inevitable end.

They run, they fall, they kill and moan

sometimes even for a reason unknown

Numerous innocent lives they take

not even knowing for whose sake.

Thus ending all relations they subtend

A son, a father, a husband, a friend.

Is it really peace that they get?

After the brutal killing and bloodshed

Terror is growing day by day

And love is just slipping away.

Yet they kill and the blood never ceases to flow

Alien to the idea of shaking hands in a storey below.