" Where have all the soldiers gone ?
Gone to graveyards, everyone
When will they ever learn ?
Oh, when will they ever learn ? "
I think the color of blood needs to be transformed...
Because unless we change it to blue.
The earth shall cease to be the big blue marble.
The sun would no longer descend into the oceans. It would be lost in a wilderness of red.
The lotus would lose its significance in a rubicund landscape...
So how do we change the color ?
My poem " The Price We Pay " shall answer...
Ten thousand, my eyes scanned at a glance
Some battered and bruised, some denied a chance;
To play with their children in the next vacation
For death had played spoilsport on this occasion.
The war ushered in a premature end
To many a lives, lost every second.
“ My brother! ”, he wailed; “ My son! ”, she wept
Though all through night, Peace blissfully slept;
For there was not much that Peace could have done
Against the desire of potent humans.
For more strength you have, more blood you shed
More land you gather, more wealth is bred;
And wealth is something we curb cannot
For wealth yields power and wars are fought.
But is it too much that we ask for
When we ask the world, to refrain from wars.
