The loss of happiness, the set of gloom
these tell you the ushering of doom.
Death is barging through the door,
taking anyone new or from before.
All because of some fight over some land
or what one worships with folded hands.
The grim reaper appears ready for his job,
he fails to see the families sob.
The leaders decide when its time,
to them the personal effect is not worth dime.
Children still exploring the world,
into the battlefield they are hurled.
Soldiers still in their active prime
maimed and injured, their life is now a mime.
To see the fall of friends and "foes"
each death a horror dose.
A polite request i ask of you,
do not honour war the way you do.
impressive is the fact they sacraficed their lives,
useless the need for such a sacrafice.
Respect the people departed in their death before time.
Make sure humanity never again falls to this grime.
Do not tell them its their job to die,
even they will tell you, "Sir you lie."
My job is defending the country, not dying like a lamb,
protecting the country till the extent i can.
"I wont mind walking in the blaze,
but, you i fear cannot see beyond the 'glory' haze"
If yoou see, you will observe the reality, the truth,
War is not necessary for survival of me and you.
It is on Judgement Day,
when God asks me"Where do you want to go?"
I will say to the almighty, "Give me one last chance,
to destroy the sorrow of present and past."
I shall then with my bare hands
destroy War, as painfully as i can.
these tell you the ushering of doom.
Death is barging through the door,
taking anyone new or from before.
All because of some fight over some land
or what one worships with folded hands.
The grim reaper appears ready for his job,
he fails to see the families sob.
The leaders decide when its time,
to them the personal effect is not worth dime.
Children still exploring the world,
into the battlefield they are hurled.
Soldiers still in their active prime
maimed and injured, their life is now a mime.
To see the fall of friends and "foes"
each death a horror dose.
A polite request i ask of you,
do not honour war the way you do.
impressive is the fact they sacraficed their lives,
useless the need for such a sacrafice.
Respect the people departed in their death before time.
Make sure humanity never again falls to this grime.
Do not tell them its their job to die,
even they will tell you, "Sir you lie."
My job is defending the country, not dying like a lamb,
protecting the country till the extent i can.
"I wont mind walking in the blaze,
but, you i fear cannot see beyond the 'glory' haze"
If yoou see, you will observe the reality, the truth,
War is not necessary for survival of me and you.
It is on Judgement Day,
when God asks me"Where do you want to go?"
I will say to the almighty, "Give me one last chance,
to destroy the sorrow of present and past."
I shall then with my bare hands
destroy War, as painfully as i can.
