Glimpses of the bygone days,
as the bygoners are now gone;
feeds up the memory lane,
where the future once did dawn.
For, life and living are both meaningless,
with the lives i lived with gone;
for guns n roses (together) ne’er prevails,
a blind eye of the human race.
Shadows of those caravan camps,
Haunt those blood red lands;
red roses crown the graves,
lost are those men as slaves.
Aimed for peace,
Aimed for love;
war killed thine aim.
Roses over graves,
Roses for love;
both are not the same.
With whom to share the victory marks?
friends, family, (too)many gone;
for guns and roses can ne’er cross roads,
as one uproots and the other sows.
on the pains and pangs of wars
