The Plight of war !
Times of Unhope and distress spread wide, When breaketh loose, hell’s Mistress on Earth’s crust. While many action-less, uncouth in passion to lace our souls, She reigns and maims bodies and souls. The mistress of hell declares to have achieved a feat, With her command over lay souls, she defeats Sometimes true souls in light of Love and Faith, With her warriors Distrust, Deceit, Pride and Greed. What began as a bout of a common ego, Takes a trip that severs ties across obscure boundaries. Some go To the fields of fray on the whims of others, Convinced of a better tomorrow with the end of another’s. Layman ignorance of many a low soul Have been cause for one too many a gaping hole. A generation maimed but breathing, in the terror of a moment Lost in time but scarred in permanence; for another – indifferent! The plight of War is now one chance to prove, What for one is Truth and what another may disapprove. But in this toil between the Mistress and Truth Be aware though, doeth innocent ...