There is one thing
That I have seen,
There's one thing
That creates fear in me,
It is scary and dreadful;
It keeps coming, not abating.
Our histories,
Replete with chaos.
Our stories,
Full of attritions.
Our cherished folktales,
Demystified warriors.
As one war ceases,
A new one begins.
Curious arts of wars
Are crafted daily
Novel strategies,
Are designed.
From ancient to medieval
Till the present age
No day has rested
It being wars upon wars
No global silence at nights
Its being echoes of chaos
Its either tribal, religious,
Genocidal, Xenophobia or suicidal.
Now terrorism reigns
Innocent heads are guillotined
No remorse is shown
Every night and day
There's another war
Peace has become elusive!
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no day has rested with no wars of people and mind..wonderful thoughts..thank you for sharing! !