People need to be alive,

For countries to survive

The colour of blood, bones and flesh

Are the same, when you see it gush. 

Then, why wage a war

On people who are unknown and afar? 

Post war, you observe, 

It’s all dust and ash that’s served. 

The colour is the same too, 

Of the enemy and the ones that belong to you. 

Then, why wage a war

When you can’t distinguish the ash from far? 

The cries sound the same, 

Of the kin of dead, wounded or lame. 

The country can never be like before,

As it is torn to the core.

Then, why wage a war, 

To instill fear, age no bar? 

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