REMEDIAL DISEASE

Hundreds die, a country jubilant,
Revenge wanted, more war evident.
The want to kill, bloodshed at the border,
Leaves the globe again in disorder.
Future darkens and problems persist,
Still the insecurity of life does exsist.
Fathers grieve over the grave and mothers do proudly cry,
Children of the country for noble cause do die.
War is raw, fails to follow any law,
Exposes the complex human nature and all its flaw.
What an irony,
War happens and violence does cease,
A tough penance giving us the blessings of peace.
I hope, of it, we have no more,
Helpless, I pray knocking on heavens door!!!