Rather difficult for me to tell,
Gravely I have pondered well,
Who of two is easier to state,
Be it my love or be it my hate.
Human soul has lost innocence,
May be labelled common sense,
Some call it faith others intellect,
Towers of curse they resurrect.
Coat of gadgets is an iron tomb,
Insidious army move in a womb,
Killing man and children as alike,
For elation create huge turnpike.
Winning a war gives them a name,
No conscience or a sense of shame,
Vietnam and Somalia are interred,
Coincidences are never referred.
There is no God, there is no sin
As I love to hate and hate to love,
Ago priest went to bless the lines
Now unclad dolls go by for wines.
A simple truth for no reason pure,
Treachery, treason is the only lure.
Directions are set for you to dream
Heaven you just can never redeem.
(An estimated two hundred thousand men, women and children including infants have been killed in Afghanistan without regrets. About forty thousand allied forces have died. Human lives lost insanely and without results.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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