A silence falls over us, as the night wears on
With fleeting images and empty thoughts
Another inch is covered...
Another body left behind, rots.
And then another scream resounds
Perhaps a father lost a son
Another body writhes in pain
As we wait for another dawn.
Who has won this war today?
Up in the horizon dawn breaks out
Home is still far away.
I move on, inching forward...trying to crawl
And then the bullets pierce into me
Engulfed in screaming silence, I fall.
Just another soldier has died
A few drops of oil have changed hands
Somewhere a grieving mother has cried.
Perhaps we need to realise
This life is as precious to me as to you
Then why do we kill to survive?
7 comments:
oh.. simple yaa.. wars are fought 2 bring in peace :P
@ABW
haha..yes ofcourse...but does it always work that way?
umm.. was being sarcastic yaa :)
umm, i think you two are going around in circles. and wars are fought because people are insecure.
@ heh
point taken...
'Survive' is the key word here. I guess that most of us think of only our own life as precious.
@ red
true!
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