War Poem by welkin siskin

Where does war end?

Where's the windup of bullets' pain;

Where's the end of grenade's lane;

Where's the extreme of wild dreads,

And where's the bound of frightening threats?

Where's the end of killings

And where's the heart of feelings

Where're the instruments of thought for humanity

And where does speech come out with no profanity?

In the oasis of aggrieved society,

Where dream diminishes with fraility

Of hopes,

Where longings desertify,

Where tranquility of feelings intensify by worthless atrocity,

And where heartsease of body, mind and soul

In the world of purity is far beyond to lull

As had humans done

In the untold abode of joys of the bygone-

Is the world of mess and war-speaking war.