The terrible sounds of blasts, oh! Unbearable.
The stench of blood, flesh and smoke, makes us uneasy.
What do you gain ye human, by spreading hatred?
Please, let us grow up in peace, shed war, embrace love.
The battlefield bore a deserted look,
With lifeless bodies strewn all over.
Some were sans heads and some sans limbs.
The mud was soaked in blood,
Not sure whose it was though.
The mighty king of Kalinga,
Stepped out to...