War
- Arnab Sengupta
- Jan 29, 2023
- 2 min read
War, death, blood on the ground
So many hopes, dreams, all lost
So many generations will never make a sound
They are all hidden in time’s permafrost
The cities are burning
But the people aren’t warm
They lie cold, while the raid bell is chiming
Around a corpse, flies swarm
So many bullets, shot at our own brethren
Betrayals on the battlefield
Spreads like an infection
There lie fallen shields
Peace is a lost cause
Peas are rare
Hospitals running out of gauze
The people in despair
While I hide in the attic
Contemplating eating rats
Even the rats have become so sick
With radiation, they have become fat
A vaccine cannot stop this disease
It’s a cancer, killing humanity
And it spreads this fire with every breeze
And God cries out of pity
I still cry, the same cry
“God, please, I don’t want to die”
“I want to live, love, and die in solace”
“Not because of a bullet graze”
Is the world heading towards it’s third war?
Most people have faces filled with scars
Happiness is a distant memory
And nobody is ever free
If someone dreams to return to the good old days
Execution is imminent
So many innocents have been slayed
That minds never dare to think of resentment
Each moment, a moment of doubt
Who knows, who will stab someone’s back?
Everyone is just trying to survive on their homely route
Who knows, someone may even smuggle food in their sack!
But all this happened, because of the greed of some
Over a piece of land
Well, don’t you think that this is just dumb?
To fight over slipping sand?
These conflicts, these attritions
All to fight innocents, to fight humans
Powerless humans, bullied by big nations
Is this a joke? For you, is this fun?
Why do you shatter the dreams of many?
To satisfy this lust of yours?
Why do you have to go through this frenzy?
To yet just inflict wounds, that yet go sour
On your own shoulder, on your own people
Don’t you care for them?
Why do you kill the babies still fetal?
Why do you cut off their stems?
Silence those sirens, let everyone sleep in peace
Let the years not destroy people
Let the forests be filled with trees
And not fires and dying eagles
Let’s not fight anymore
Blue or yellow, let’s not be sore
What’s the point of having the power
If in the gardens, there are just dead flowers?
Let people live in homes, and not plastic tents
Let them open candy shells and not defuse bombs
Let’s just be friends
And not sing our funeral songs
Please hear my plea
Maybe then, children can dream
And on the sea
There won’t be warships, but fishes in every stream.
Maybe then, crayon homes will be real
Maybe then, toy soldiers will not be needed
Maybe then, the call of duty will just be a game seal
Maybe the ground will be grassy green and not red
Let’s aim for a future, with all our power
And let’s not aim our guns at each other
Lets have the rain shower
And let the youngsters stay with their mothers.





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