It is the innocents who suffer
The innocents who pay,
All of you grown and stubborn,
As if playing a silly game,

Kill a child here and there,
Spill his blood in the street,
Watch his parents grieve,
The body rancid in the heat,

War is just a silly reason,
To indulge one's blood thirst,
It really doesn't matter,
Who engaged the other first,

What is right and what is wrong,
No one really seems to care,
War is hardly a time,
When people will fight far,

All morals are forgotten,
As people release their inner beast,
Killing, maiming, torturing,
Savages delighting in their feast,

But whose blood is it
That drips from their lips?
Who is hurt the worst
In these heartless ego trips?

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Kiani, in the year 106 CE.