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The Tragedies Of Futile War

By Moiz Poonawala


Old grouchy leaders on mighty thrones preside,

Foot soldiers helplessly salute and abide .

Old men Drunk with absolute power in hand,

Wage futile wars , to claim some godforsaken land


Leaders speak of patriotic noble cause ,

But War is often waged to hide their obvious flaws .

Steel bites bone , but not for truth,

It only robs the cradle, starves the youth



A father digs , with trembling hands , 

Dreading what lays buried in the ruins and sands ,

A doll lays torn , besides the burning flame, 

His little princess , once she had a pretty name .


A Widows weeping wail, pierces hearts like an arrow, 

An orphaned mother's fretful cries

Will her fighting son , see another tomorrow ?


A child pleads and clings to his lifeless dad ,

Begs him not to go , not to betray his lad . 

Orphans left , to fend in this world unjust, 

Father's gone, laid to rest ,in the blood soaked dust. 


Tears and fears , spread like a rabid plague, 

To define lines on maps , and  borders vague!

What madness reigns in the cursed , war torn lands

Cities bustling with life , razed to piles of rubble, and half buried hands



The soil drinks blood with unquenchable thirst,

Cheering for more, the roaring cannons burst

Filthy old men in power , fill coffers with gold 

The common man bears grief, and miseries untold!


War always leaves , souls with a scorching scar

Blissful peace eludes , in the distance far !

Like herded cattle ,we march and we fall

Never questioning why we fight at all !


By Moiz Poonawala

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Priti Das
Priti Das
Dec 31, 2025
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

The words have beautifully portrayed the pain and suffering of war. Simple yet touching.

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Devkumar Das
Devkumar Das
Dec 31, 2025
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

A lot love for this poem and writing! Couldn't express more brutality of war, than this!

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Jehovah Shalom
Jehovah Shalom
Dec 29, 2025
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

The language is simple, but the impact is heavy.

It cuts through excuses and exposes war as pointless cruelty.

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Rashee thahi
Rashee thahi
Dec 29, 2025
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

The suffering of children is the most painful part to read.

It shows how wars destroy innocence first.

The message is clear and deeply unsettling.

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Chithra
Chithra
Dec 29, 2025
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

The imagery of fathers, widows, and children is heartbreaking.

War here is shown as theft of lives, futures, and peace.

Nothing about it feels heroic.

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