War - My brothers are fighting...A Poem by SanjhA poem on war.
Far, far away
on the frontier, my brothers are fighting... Guns everywhere, hands dripping with blood, and the corpses are lighting... What is this war? Who drew these lines on land? It was certainly not God, and now it's out of our hands... My brothers are killing each other making my mother cry. And she is sitting in trauma, just wondering "why?". Bullets flying from both sides, blood spilling like water. But waiting at the home, is a five year old daughter.. Looking out from the window, she's waiting for her dad. But he ain't coming back, and this is making her sad.. In name of region, religion, color, we are fighting. It's our own extinction, that we are inviting... Please, someone, Stop this madness, Stop this rioting... Far, far away, on the frontier, my brothers are fighting... © 2014 SanjhAuthor's Note
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