Spoils Of War! Poem by Sahil Mamtani

Sufferings were heard,
over a battlefield of death,
the filth that they slept in,
the dirt that they were trenched in,
the creatures that they moulded in,
with their helmets fit on their temples,
their faces sadly horrified,
how so madly they ran with holes in their shoes,
scars on their chests,
bayonets attached,
rifles loaded,
so deeply engaged,
with a shadow of the night,
just as the dropp of rain,
fell into the soil,
just like that the shot of the rifle sprouted out into the air,
and then they fought miserably,
for a piece of land,
enlightening the efforts,
exemplifying it as a just cause,
with murderous minds,
as motivated for the riches of the land,
for so much was ruined, and there they called it the spoils of war,
how sickly we thought of them as victors,
knowing not of what it would be of their captors,
forsakenly asking for mercy,
at a war started for a piece of land,
though so rampaged and lost in the glory,
and yet they call us a creation of god...