Contempt and resentment in mirth do swing
When over Man they rule
They are the master minds of war
Like famished vultures, for victims they hunt!
The fiend in Man then awakens-
On a rampage it sets out-
Causing desolation all around
Brutally massacring the innocent populace!
Ruthlessly the babes are wrenched off their cradle/ arms
Terrorized hapless children scream out-
To their long lost mutilated parents-
Resting soaked in pools of blood-
Oblivious of the happenings!
None have the time to hang on and scrutinize-
Their very own great work of red art!
A gruesome sight it is-
But who cares!
The frightened birds and animals aren’t spared either
The wrath of malicious abhorrence ambushes them too
No one is a good match for modern lethal weapons
Humanism is currently eclipsed
Punching a deep dark humane void in our life
On trivial matters we therefore combat
Spreading thick red carpets on Mother Earth
With a pledge to annihilate the enemy
We chivalrously march forward with Death held high
But great losses on both sides are incurred
Then, who is the winner?
No one, my dear friends, no one!
Bloody wars bring not happiness but-
Untold unfathomable wretchedness in its trail!
A very significant matter it is to ponder on-
Is this the trophy we contended for?
Won’t our gruesome deeds ever hound and haunt us-
Torture the rest of our life denying ‘rest’ to us?
Will our blood stained victory and conscience-
Ever allow us any peace?
~Anuradha S Bannore