In that rich earth, a richer ocean concealed,
New river started flowing inside the field;
All said, why am I crying for some unknown dead,
I said they are other form of us, instead.
The bloodshed goes on, without any sound,
I can see my kinsmen lying, on the ground ;
Body wrapped with blood and woes,
Presented by, their never ending foes.
Unlike love, war never ends,
The eyes of the dead will haunt their friends;
Blame this, blame that, blame the fate,
Like other dates, it becomes another date.
Blood all around and rage against the ground,
Only blood and sound, no cure for wound;
Why to fight to end the spring,
Oh initiators of war, kindly think.
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