Not a morsel of food was to be found,
Nor a drop of water made a pattering sound,
After facing the curse of damnation,
Which paralysed the entire Earth's population.
The so-called martyrs were no more,
And the wounded crawled in the nauseating gore.
A fire had just ravaged through the country,
That had set the death reapers free.

The innocent civillians were slaughtered in millions,
By the brute forces of the bloodthirsty minions,
With no care for their families and lives,
Or thinking about their famished wives.
The callers of the war sat on silken cushions,
Unmoved and stoic to the destruction in tons,
Probably waiting to wage more wars against mankind,
With greed and violence submerging their mind.

Keeping in mind, the after-effects of war,
We need to come out of our narrow-minded jar,
To wage a war against violence and crime,
To eradicate them from the world in time.
Believing in the words,"Its never too late",
We must embark to close hell's gate,
Before the demons get access here,
To make this world , a place of fear.