The Recurring Disease Of Mankind. Poem by Ravi Panamanna

Before the actual war
There is a mental war.
During a war
There is a heavy mar.

Nations battle
Life is unsettled.
Man is undermined,
Fate is already written.

War is an artless, cadaverous theme.

In quest of avenge
A war is fought.
In quest of peace
A war is defended.

But the streams are still away,
The dales are hidden in volcanoes.
The gales are still at work
The aftermath is a spell bound silence.

War is an aggrandized thought, but a grave-yard.

Peace treaties finally reach dust bins,
Peace is not a signed document.
Peace is a mental state
That is defined beyond our agreement.

Before any war
There are tears.
After the war
The faces are not yet exuberant.

War is a wart, a recurring disease of mankind.

In-between sighs and tears
Can a war bring in peace?
Or restore our poise,
Our lost horizons?

Doesn't war only tear humanity to pieces?
To more divided thoughts?
To the production of refugees
and to a more disintegrating world?
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