War

a poem by Pooja Amin

What is thought? What is a night’s dream?
Something in reality that cannot be seen
So is man in the wrong actions he does,
noticing nothing and not making a fuss.
With all the disaster in the world,
his mind continues to wrinkle and curl.
Man has become his own enemy by intimidating his brother,
Loves slowly drifts between him and the other.
Why does he use religion, ego, and race as his subjects to fight?
Filling his brothers with hatred and fright?
Children are crying, families lost,
from guns and explosives that create a dark, unbearable frost.
Where are the ears to hear and understand these cries?
They are closed from ignorance and man dies.
The Earth is barren, the seas are calm,
the sun forever refuses to arise at dawn.
Terror seizes the minds of all life,
and one sees everywhere nothing but ammunition and knives.
Greed is destroying out beautiful Earth,
leaving nothing but pain and people hurt.
It won’t last, it will fall,
if only man destroys that greedy wall.
If he can create, then he can destroy,
simply by spreading love and joy.
Then there will be no cry or shout,
laughter and love will be all about.
But first he must make an attempt,
by encouraging others not to leave the world isolated and unkempt.
He must teach his brothers to love and cherish,
there will be no pain, and people will not perish.
God has made this world for us to enjoy,
not to hurt and destroy.
Flowers, smiles, laughs, landmarks, families, and many wonders cannot be replaced
After ammunition has demolished it and makes of it a disgrace.
Life is beautiful filled with unique colors,
and man must share them with his sisters and brothers.