Bombed down to the ground
blood dyed the land
trees turned to charcoal
and water escaped the land
Neighbours became enemies
siblings forgot their relativity
children died in mother's arms
fathers grieved for all they had
Civilizations have turned to dust
strange with essence of life
wasted by greed of rich men
victimized by war agendas
All that’s left from the war is
families that are apart and far
broken hearts that will never be mend
desperation, destruction, damnation
along with losers and winners of the war
but who really is the winner?
those who lost their land? their home? their family?
or those who defeated the supposed enemy
those who came back home missing a leg
or those who martyred in agony
The morals which stop you from going to war
are superior to the ones that start a war
don't heed the call of the real enemy
who promises you money to kill your own kind
brothers and sister that if you met elsewhere
would invite you over for lunch and chai
The greedy men of war
will promise you blood money
stolen from land and people
who would never wish you harm
even if money is what you need
blood money doesn't do any good
don't waste your youth hating others
make peace with your brothers and sister
no matter what race, region or religion
There is no love in war
There is no love in war
There is no love in war.
About the Creator
Mystik Serpent
Just a girl who tries to make sense
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