The night is slowly drowning me, in the sorrows of past
What reason, what religion, what was their cast?
Bullets echo in my ears, painting a horrific vision
Troops so many, assigned on such a deadly mission
Screams and cries, fell on deaf and dead ears
Blown in terror, civilians, hiding with grieving fears
The spirits of war lords have risen from their tomb
Once again to destroy and ****** a mother's womb
Innocent lives matter of that of any living being
But who knew, only lame bodies would be laid and seen
I switch the channels for something better everyday
Yet, the war cries echo in my ears in such a way
As if the pain of the victims, flows down to sink
In the bloodstreams of those that can link
The loss of their beloved ones, families and friends
All ties broken, with one shot and thus life ends
We are the victims, we are the war lords!
Some **** by powerful weapons, some with just words
I hope the humanity by grace rises and ignites,
Every living soul, like glowing stars, on moonless nights...

©sim