Progress With War

Progress With War long poem

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The need of the hour is peace
As the consequences of war are not like breeze
Countries are grouping, so are the citizens
Unity is strengthening, but, against other unions

Deployment takes place to deplore another state
The death of the innocents is just destiny and fate
Disputes between nations is like a normal news today
Apocalypse would be the result of which someday in someway

The leaders with their hot heads need to take a serious action
So, exacerbated with fanciful speeches against the rival state is the condition
Alone, they can’t make the country win
So, prompt the citizens even to participate in the ‘competition’ and, thus, win
When the citizens, then, for the country die
They get so filled with remorse and sorrow, that they again make the plan for the next cry

But at certain places, I admit, the main role is not of the leaders
But of those who are stuck in the past, with thoughts of the weepers
They can’t stand the friendship of two ‘long time enemy’ states
And, thus, become one of those who among the friends spread hate

I’m totally clueless of what would become of this world
With those livid leaders and those orthodox patriots who think they would ‘change this world’
But I’m sure of one thing, which is somewhat like a curse
If continued are such practices, the others, the happy and innocent citizens would even become their ‘self murderers’

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