Little flower how are you?
I came specially to meet you
Donít be scared I will not pluck you
Donít be afraid I will not take you
You are little and pretty
But you are not with me in my city
We may remain together if
you so will
But never mind we are
War is going on,
Guns are being fired on and off,
Here soldiers are lying dead,
Sleeping forever on their death bed.
Winners won, losers lost,
But both had to pay a big cost.
Thousands are wounded and thousands dead,
Their families are without butter and bread
But did the winners really win?
Let us resolve,
Never to fight whatever the cause;
Because war is after all
Sweep the corpses to the shore
Let the sand-laden wind blow over the bodies
Burying the soul-quenched deep below.
The splash of waves plundered mankind,
Profaning the prophecy of power.
Hours on end the destruction drove,
Taking with itself
This feature was published on February 5, 2004