Reality Of War

The sky has eyes,

Seeing many things from miles,

I realise that

Every work has its own reward,

I dream that

If given total Control over,

A certain piece of land, 

I would cultivate it,

For finding something productive,

Not destruction, 

War is bad, 

And very sad,  

I will be glad

There shouldn't be anymore,

You may say I am mad.

My test is peace forever,

Because war ends up in misery

And destruction.

The sky has eyes,

Seeing many things from miles,

Every work has its own reward,

I dream that

If I am given ownership of certain money, 

I would invest It, 

Donate it to a Charity or

Use it for Education,

Certainly 

Not destroy it by investing in war, 

War is bad, 

And very sad,  

I will be glad

There shouldn't be anymore,

You may say I am mad.

My test is peace forever,

Because war ends up in misery

And destruction.

I have weighed my thought in my life, 

I found being a human being,

Having humanity, 

I believe very much

That one will change,

To be a man of peace,

On the basis, he looks,

To live with peace,

But in a society of toxicity, 

One will not change,

As his habit and outlook has become bad,

Which is really not good,

Because the warmongers,

On the emotion of war,

They forget the feeling of

Sadness in the emptiness of mind,

Not capable of knowing 

That war is a product of despair,

One of a kind of thought,

Feeling angriness and false ego,

Which is not true colour,

Of humanism

And 

You may say I am mad.

My test is peace forever,

Because war ends up in misery

And destruction

And

The understanding of the truth of peace

Needs enlightenment.