Echoes Of War Poem by Gold Trybes

One day a child was born
Born into the agony
Troubles and heckles of this world
He wanted to grow like other kids
Wear the same shoes and clothes
Like kids from other regions
Longed so much for the best schools
The best home
The best country
But couldn’t choose out of all
Where to be born
He wanted peace
But got war in return
My heart is torn apart
For the many kids
Slayed daily
For a cause they know nothing about
My heart weeps
Watching in their hundreds
Bodies of innocent kids
Pieced apart from shrapnel
Wounded and maimed for life
Pray, when is this going to stop?

That woman crying
Weary and in total grief
Could be your mom
Your sister
Your cousin
All in the name of an unjust war
She is abused and raped
Striped of her dignity and honor
Humiliated and scarred for life
Left to mourn what’s left of her
She watches helplessly
While her son is stolen
Recruited by the militants
Equipped with bombs and guns
To snuff out innocent lives
She watches as her daughter
Goes to the market
Never to come home to her welcome
For a cause she knows nothing about

The man is the victim here
He shoulders the entire burden
Of a family in agony and hunger
With almost no source of livelihood
They tell him all sorts
About what the Quran doesn’t preach
To kill, maim and destroy
An altruistic perfidy I dare say
They strap him with bomb vests
Train him in commando styles
How to be heartless
Mean and monstrous
Suicide and car bomber
In a war he knows nothing about

The world is torn up against itself
Properties in their billions
Leveled to rubbles daily
Families adrift
So much blood and sorrow in the land
Still, no one knows
If an end is in sight
Is this war truly justifiable?
Son, brothers, uncles, daughters
Fathers, mothers, cousins, aunts
All gone to honor this country
Paying their lives as the ultimate sacrifice
But do they really believe in this cause?