Defeat? Is It Really A Seat So Sweet

Just to gain territory over a port

Is war the only resort

Taking innocent lives by bombing the airport

While people were celebrating, eating a torte

Is it called victory when people are dead? Have they won, if the seas have turned red?

They want to stay with their families, but other ones they shred 

People told me it's their daily bread

But “it’s just insecurities” is what I said 

The sky is grey, the sun is gone

From the streets, people have withdrawn

There is a red liquid all over the fresh green lawn

In the garden, roams, without a mother, a fawn 

Children sitting in a corner, tears rolling down their cheek

When asked why they said their parents were killed and thrown down the peak

Everyone gets scared when their floor creaks

Because only the enemy is moving, in this day so bleak

The animals who lost their owner don’t talk, but their actions speak

After hearing the news of the death of their pets or children, parents shriek

For this incalculable loss, the justice they seek

In a fight for power 

To show the enemies that they don’t cower The civilians, with explosives shower

Killing living things by the hour

While the authorities command sitting in a safe tower 

Is it called victory, when loved ones are lost? Triumph achieved, but at what cost? 

Even if you gave millions to compensate, people would beg for their near ones to not be tossed

How can we warm people’s hearts, when it’s covered in frost? 

 

“War does not determine who is right, but only who is left”- Bertrand Russell