Twelve nations army was on the move,
Two hundred thousand guns were blazing,
No earth was left unscorched,
Air was breathing black smoke,
Sea was turned red,
Thunders tore ears of the animals,
Birds were reduced to meat,
It was baptism by fire,
As clouds of gunpowder burst,
Above soldier's and citizen's head alike.
Who knows the tyranny of war,
Better than him,
Thou have watched his friends,
And their flamethrowers,
Blown up into hundreds of pieces,
As they cried to see their home,
But there was no time to think,
Battlefield is not to be survived,
If not a killing, then,
There is no madness like this,
The old men have bestowed upon the young,
Who has little choice,
Other than to live hungry,
There exists no fight for glory,
The fight was to return to family alive.
Citizen thought he was safe,
The front was afar,
But roaring jets,
And the quiet drones,
Reduced his neighbours to dust,
His wealth to rubble,
Banks had been closed long ago,
Degrees were just ashes,
About which he boasted on TV,
He wanted war for honour,
Now it has knocked on him,
At hour of midnight,
It spares no one,
Are the poor and peasants,
Most unforgiven,
While the rich were waving flags,
cheering and showering petals,
From another country.
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