Why This War?

A person walking around,

With pride,

Gathered a huge crowd,

Find out what he'd hide.

A scar across his hand for some portion of land,

Which neither belong to any of them,

And also for a priceless gem.

So many souls died,

And the killers walking with pride,

For the motherland and the killer and the person born on,

They had competed, and one had won.

Men on horses and elephants ride with style after this war,

People call them elegant,

I don't see that at all!.

 This troubles my heart, seeing my own brothers die,

War, religion, and mindless things have torn us apart, 

I just want to know why ?...