War And Peace

War is the calamity expletive provoke on our human race,

For all the autocracy it boosts when they pace,

Never mindful of the death and havoc they spread;

While ruthlessly march forward fast to conquer ahead.

The mammoths they renegaded as story of past;

Before raising up wings from crow maggon man,

So are many species never to have their berth,

With streams and rivers of blood, they flooded this earth.  

              

Only for all the good things of life they thought worth,

Might their right alone, not for others, so they fight,

Refused to admit their own guilt or divine wrath,

Which struck death and new diseases unknown in past.

Weapons from simple sticks, bones, stones, bullets and bombs,

Made to subjugate one another, but fast to the tomb;

When might is right why hesitate, raped and killed,

Remorseless men to ease conscience invented Gods.

Imprisoned in temples churches & mosque adroitly,

On his rules and tools with eyes on posterity;

Left to live in constant fear of hostility,

Of being conquered but for pomp and prosperity.

When no more land left on earth to conquer or long,

Gentle doves began to raise their both snow white wings;

And the sweet larks were set free to sing solemn songs:

Alas! a new misfortune struck its mournful gong.

Black cobras with saffron, green red, and black scarves,

From far and near countries raise gruesome heads and staffs,

Climb in rage on church's, temple's and mosque's dais,

Spit venom to blind our conscience against violence.

Our God still remains mute spectator as ever,

The larks all ceased singing, doves fell down fast tattered,

Bleeding with both wings broken with out any feather,

And peace! just a mirage for ever being chased