Question yourself, oh leaders of War Time!

World, oh my world,
Why you set apart!
These ammunitions burst,
taking several lives!
Commotion stays,
and penury stands.

Oh peace, oh peace,
do you exist?
If yes, then show us,
your face.
Where are you hidden,
in this phase,
when guns clash,
against each other.
Oh, irony,
to bring peace,
this tragedy sets,
what has this world,
come up to.

Whose victory is it,
I stand here,
my hands on my face,
as the war gets going,
souls get pierced,
well literally,
the meaning of life,
is a torn out paper,
which could otherwise,
have imbedded poetry,
of love, compassion,
care and regard.

Oh where is that land,
whom we regard our mother,
has she drown her appearance,
embarrassed by the outcomes?

Can't we just,
draw a line now,
and give way to light,
and not darkness,
to write out past,
present and future?

--
Gagandeep Singh Vaid

World stands still, oh to what state have we come?


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