War and Peace

The stench of death in the middle of the night,
Bombs exploding, blinding in sight
No one lives to tell the tale,
And they will all but fail.

Blood stains the earth for generations to come
A billion dead and then some.
Guns thundering all the time,
When killing people is not a crime!

The ground quivers as tanks roar by,
The sky tears as jets scream by.
Homes are turned into debris, rubble and fire,
While politicians call each other “Liar!”

Everyone’s missing, captured or killed,
And those who are found are grilled
The best thing to do is to endure,
But still there is no cure

Age-old tactics and warfare,
And those with power don’t really care,
How many injured and how many dead,
How many starving and how many fed.
They only care about the area they control,
For that’s chicken soup for their strategic soul!
The only difference is between hit and miss,
For this war will be followed by eternal peace and bliss!

…till the next war!


-Aviv Nair
7/6/2005