Bones In A Coffin

By Advicaa Verma

The war cries are silencing.

The last bullet has been fired.

The familes broken apart are crying.

The sins have left all tired.

Red is now the land once adored.

Adorned, by the bodies of soldiers 

The promises were flawed.

Red is now the prominent color. 

To die for your country is a sacrifice.

To kill a foe is an act of bravery.

But the dead soldier won't suffice,

Cause the taste of death is addictively savory. 

For shooting kills an enemy, 

But to give water to the one in need,

Kills the actual enemy. 

Kills the sin we don't need. 

The land of the earth was built for all.

Not for one, but for all humans. 

Listen cause it is the last call. 

Listen before the death of the last human.

Wars are the epitome of pain. 

For the antagonist is not just a soldier, 

But a member of a family in vain;

But a person behind the veil way further.

The war cries are deafening. 

The last bullet has been hit.

For the enemy of a country is dying,

But so is the human in all of us.

By Advicaa Verma