You shed blood of
others
to darken red of
your blood,
obliterate pathway
of their life
to elevate your
corridor.
Lives get crushed in
retaliations
revenges and the
reprisals.
Anguish and pain
rise to sky;
soars high, shriek of
survivals.
God gives you music
and melody
to dance you in the
heavens,
but you choose war
fields to dance
making the hell,
your havens.
God gives you heart
to fill in
kindness, passion,
love and joy.
You pile ill
desires, hatred, wrath;
peace of the world, prefer
to destroy.
Creating the world
into a hell,
ruining its
splendour, is easy task.
If spread around
peace and love;
in the heavens you
can bask.
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