Think awhile,
Before launching a proxy war,
Though they are my enemy,
Yet they weep concealing their faces,
Before loosening their arrows at my people,
I know there will be a time,
When we shall give a harmonious call.
Think awhile,
Before making ourselves voiceless,
No one will be to tend surviving kids,
Instead the murderer will get,
Compensation of blood from the court of law.
Think awhile,
Before launching a proxy war,
There will grow nothing else,
But a crop of heads on the plains.
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