Blood stain here,
Blood stain there;
Sound of the callous one,
Sound of the repugnance tune.
Being exult over devastation,
Incinerate the felicity like a disintegrate glass;
No feeling of sheepishness over the vicious commotion,
Cows looking at the burning grass.
Prior braveness turn to broken window,
Losing the love one becoming a widow;
Building vigorous wills against the evil,
Pulling them down to hell with the devils.
Affliction all over the place,
The antipathy war likely to end,
Survived ones going home with pace,
Losing some of the world's acumen.
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