The Fading Conscience. Poem by Ashwini Avneesh

The marching batallion ahead,
Forged on the command to behead.
The stringent troops capture the shattered city.
What an agony packed dwell on the pity!

The armed forces bombard the city.
For the oath sworn at serving front,
Is the pledge owned at unnerving hunt.
What an achy snapped spell upon the enmity!

The combat pierced as an awe-trodden affair..
The impact appalled is the law-smitten despair..
The breached soulful breathe prone to stifle,
What a shaky spooked hell at vicinity!

The siren alarming across...
The sudden agitating chaos...
The pungent fumes, the blatant dooms.
The violent explodes, the silent implodes.

The shrill outcry, the kill by sly.
The viscous native, the atrocious captive.
The blood pools, the void rules.
What a heavy tolled rebel upon the humanity!

The era of valour never prostrates.
The saga of power never stagnates.
The pain winced pleads touches the soul!
The humane pitched leads suffers on the whole!

The victory of justice never descends.
The history of liberation never mourns.
For it's the fading conscience of war!
For it's the fading conscience of war! !