For the sake of own land
Those shining black barrel,
Blazing, scattering Gunpowder,
Edging the dead oozing blood,
And what shines now is upon their body is buds.
For every martyr a crying family,
Sacrificed to save few land of a country,
In the field where dears served proudly,
As the dead died spoken mildly,
Don’t kill more mothers’ son,
What proud you restore by battling on.
Same you have to fight the enemy within,
The earth is same and the man in every piece of land.
What covers are hope that comes with dead bodies,
Killing each other will never form a country with glories.
You have killed man as thinking done something right,
Why don’t you kill yourself in search of a plight?
Once who was a naughty boy didn’t no what is war,
You taught them to tie army boot and March to war.
Where lies the innocence notion,
Where is the face to build your nation?
You will kill every patriot you will put forward,
And so do your nation dies with every war.
Crushed and broken by them insignificant aim,
Seek the end or wait for the end.
Ink is their as the triumph over soot,
Why can’t you explore much such rather than such hoot?
Wimp faces whip the emotions of many,
Carrying such burden how come you gave them the spirit of winning.
The light on their face seems dimmed,
Gray look on their god’s face shows doomed,
The temple of prayer now begs for life,
As their beloved one die red and white.
Who want war?
Did the wiping mother?
What has happened to you people?
Can’t you dream for safe earth with a desire to mark ample?
For the sake of own land,
For the sake of this earth again,
Where you live to come back every evening smiling,
Rather then killing innocent by outrageous shelling.
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