Horrors of War

Look at the trodden places of men,
Where vehicles and small bicycles ran,
Where high buildings and skyscrapers stood,
Nothing of it now remains.

Look at that ground where little kids played,
Are now holed with nothing left,
Bomb shells and dust is all you find,
In the place where there was a football ground.

Look at that half shattered house,
Where an elderly rocked in his chair,
Reminiscing his childhood days,
When he played like those little kids,

Look at that fair faced girl in her teens,
Whose beauty was always eyed upon,
She was just returning home buying flowers,
Alas! Now it will be used for her coffin and her tomb.

Look at that overturned child,
With a punctured ball next to him,
He was tired and returning home,
Now forever he shall rest…

Look at that school,
Where kids were reading,
Completely destroyed under it those pupils,
Will they ever read? Nay.

We share the same red blood,
And our short lived lives,
So why do me fight to end our lives,
And that of others, to an untimely end?

Let us all promise, NOW,
With the string of trust and brotherhood,
Together we shall dwell, in the presence of peace,
Not with the horrors of war.

Mistakes we do make,
And learn from them,
But why not here?
Are we fools?