Where guns fired, daggers and swords shine
Where roaring planes pour bombs, shells fly,
Where men sacrifice virtues in the name religions,
Where thousand vultures fly merrily in mind's sky
Where roots are cut, buds are squeezed,
Valley of flowers now smell foul, decaying corpse
God's tears died in heat of violence fail to pour as rains,
Where raped flowers have no voice, fallen leaves rot
Where ugly fight for powers, to gain superiority
Where maggots crawl on useful men's corpses,
Where like vultures, men peck flesh and taste of human blood
Where flames of rage and cruelty blaze, why only human sighs,
Where devilish men destroy balance, nature lost its vigor,
God's sighs fail to bring soothing breeze, or fierce cyclone.
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