That moor bemoans, which bore yesterday
The lasting sighs, of her fallen sons
“Both lads were mine, I made with clay
In the same soil, lost, your warriors’ paeans!”
So what became, of that war, which was won!
By none, but the state, which slayed more men
To then barter, with the land undone
The price of glory, in history, amen!
No more, than a count, those vain martyrs
Now cut to size, to fit their graves
Whilst statesmen, haggle, ‘Peace Charters’
Penned, with the blood of, one-use braves!
Lo and behold, enigma of war!
Where blood, pays price, of pride’s malice
Why nations adore, blood-fiestas, galore
For the travesty of, A War For Peace!
© 2018 Vikas Chandra
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Do you have your work published or either you are on Instagram??
Well…I had my book published 3 years back – “Rhythms of my Heart”. I am not on Instagram as of now.
Why you asked?
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May I know please??
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Actually I’m going to publish my work but in dilemma.. if instagram is necessary to writers.. I’m doing research.. so I asked… Sorry if it hurts.. by the way your writings are awesome🤓