War Poem by ashwin palachandran

The very sight of beautiful blood stains,
Makes a few happy enough sans pains,
It is not only those who are born face death,
Even the unborn take a quick return ticket,

The majestic statues of peace prize winners,
Hopelessly witnesses this world of sinners,
The personal egos of a few numb souls,
Are stubborn enough to lay infinite tombstones,

Defense is just a lame excuse,
For destruction hibernating in disguise,
Arguments are the rootless seeds,
And the non-traceable results of problems galore,

Whichever track you take,
Decides the train's destination,
But actually, hmmm, uh, well…,
The purpose is the real big thing.