Member Poem

With great fear in heart
and trouble in mind I stand to narrate the thought of a dreadful war:

The very fury fire of an ongoing conflict,
Where many mothers cry vigorously,
"Blood!" "Blood!" "Blood!"
and others cry, "my husband!", "my baby" at the sight of the crushed head of their dear husband or baby.

Many mother become windows
while many fathers become widowers
Inflicted with a great deal of pain
some result to taking their own life.

Many are shocked from mere hearing the horror voice of the guns and ammunitions
While others become deaf and dumb at the sight of
stray bullets which was supposedly meant for them.

Some who took to their hills
though almost at the safe harbor
are shot from the back like a he-goat running away from its chasers

Many were disabled who have no means whatsoever of escaping
but were by luckily overlooked
while others were shattered, matcheted to death and shot at the sight of them escaping
All these unreasonable slaughter done in the name of gracious peace
Oh! Oh! What great animosity
Casualties of war, either killed by the sword or by the axe or by the gun
creating a world of fear and inflicted maximum hatred, causing conflict and dislikness to be the order of day.

If casualty must come an abrupt end One thing must always be our drive;
refusing to continue in the bloody steps of our forefathers and instead embracing peace and encourage love to rule our World.