Hell is brewing witches potion
Of innocent blood, fathers become
Exponential furies, avenging
Angels of accumulated
Atrocities.
Mothers have forgotten why
They pushed babies out of wombs,
Risking death...The daisy chain of
War, blood petals drip fresh tears
On our man made altars of gore.
Eerie is earth sorrow drenched, with
Stench of casualties, hate and death.
The world dismissive, calls it price
Of human territorial instincts
Most predatory, inhuman greed.
Bays for baptism of land drowned
In human blood.
Its collateral is colder than graves unmade
Building deadliest wailing walls of memory.
Mothers evict your own mental borders,
To keep precious vials of blood intact
March out of "Promised Lands"
In most Holy exodus...
Someday, the children will thank you
Somewhere, anywhere is better, than to
Die as human shields, be outcasts
On deserts, on mothers breast
Her manna of compassion is grace
Wisdom
Not surrender.
Someday to not be chosen ones
To refuse to be sacrificial lambs
On bloodied altars of rights ,
Human right to live in peace uphold.
Leave killing fields, be bold.
This is no treason to ancestors or God
For war gods, cannot be appeased.
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