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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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