God Save My Grandchildren Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Liddell Hart says, modern wars are total wars.
War is the continuation of state policy by different means.
War has quiet changed from what it was in the days of our fore fathers,
when matter was decided by courage.
In the age of chivalry morale to physical was as eight is to one.
Duke of Wellington told the children the battle of Waterloo was won
on the playing fields at Eton.
But he could not convince the adult minds.
Now the whole art of war has in a manner reduced to money,
The prince who can best find money to feed his army
may be surest of success and conquest.
Money is the crown of god ship, says Karl Marx.
Having won the psychological war,
thanks to an efficient media,
having prepared the nation for sacrifices,
and having boosted the morale of a sleeping nation,
have you ever thought from where you shall get money
to feed your army?
Army marches on its stomach.
Before a hot war in that nuclear weapons may also be exchanged
have you prepared the nation for bankers in that
some of us may survive for reconstruction
after a mass destruction,
to rage a new economic war.
I don't see any preparation for a possible nuclear war
neither here in my sweet home land
nor there in the lands of our enemy.
It may not be clear to the innocent people of the fighting sides,
but it's all clear to the matured minds of both sides
the war of words is nothing but a dirty politics,
the proxy wars will continue,
and there will not be a hot war,
but the war fever is an epidemic,
it has made sick even the matured minds!
God! Cure the matured minds, at least!
But I know
you have to reduce the population
and you have to eliminate large number of dinosaurs
the first ever nuclear war may start accidently,
so I become selfish and I pray
kill the beasts but don't kill the birds
don't kill the domestic four footed animals.
Don't kill the children who sing patriotic songs
standing in rows in the assemblies at their schools!
Children who sing war songs on a stage
in a celebration of the independence day
or on any other national day,
without understanding its meaning,
like the innocent cows sold by eastern smugglers,
for money, to the western smugglers,
and driven to the land where they are sacrificed.
How happy were the cows as if they were on a pleasure trip!
How happy are my grandchildren in a green and white national dress!
Kill me but don't kill my grandchildren,
they haven't seen yet the life!