War

War

What is war?

Destruction of a disaster day

Which is not delight at all.

A human spends a lot of time for creation,

Then, with a wrong decision put them an end!

Worse than a Titan fight,

He demolishes everything, leaves only the mess, madness and no heart,

Brotherhood, joy, and pleasure are gone,

Occupation, deception, and departure come.

On a top of a hill, he waits for Godot for reparations,

Yet, just cries are heard by far,

Sun rises from the west,

His salvation seems to be near.

Gazing at the suns’ flame

Thinking himself the reason for all useless life grains,

Still waiting for Godot slipping from the hill,

Overwhelmed by how his arm’s scare will heal.

It was called war on terror,

For him, though, war brings nothing expects despair!

Looking around he finds the only corpse no living spirit,

Waiting for Godot, it seems the war is over!

By N.E