The war is not yet over
They are tired, having some water
The limbs are falling into
Pieces and no one is feeling better
Clouds of hot smoke
Are hanging in the air like death
There is sound of guns
Poisoned air is difficult breathe
The war is not yet over
Not all have suffered and died
Peace keepers feel guilty
They gathered as ants and tried
All are not equal
The war mongers shout it loud
Killing is their duty
By wielding guns they feel proud
The war is not over yet
Trees and building still stand tall
Bombs are yet to be used
Before the final round it is a lull
It will stop someday
When everyone will be gone
There will be peace
All over with rising of a new Sun
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