Painting In Red

War and war where cometh peace?

Painting in red

On a canvas of flesh,

Burning bodies, trembling souls

With guns of desire,

We set on an immortal fire.

Who is this war to impress?

In times where lives matter so less,

Our warriors protecting our fates

While stepping closer to their own end...

They kill not for the hatred of what lies in front

They kill for the love of what they have abandoned...

Slogans of bravery, badges of honor

What's their worth without their owner?

With bridges of trust on foundations of compromise

Could this war be settled?

“No,” says the other and “No,” say we...

But remember we must that there's not any war that ends all wars

There's only death that buries the dead.

As cries of justice echo everywhere,

With not a single warrior to spare.

Because war and war where is peace?

One canvas gets filled,

Another begins...