Sai Saketh Ram
Among Broken Swords
What am i doing among these broken swords,
among unbreating men, in these red filled roads.
Why are there weapons, like arrows and spears,
shouting a death cry, that no one hears.
What has he got from this meaningless slaughter,
In this beautiful ground, that was filled with laughter.
I and many have no place to go,
no friends and family, no one to show.
They all loved the life they lived,