Defeat? Is It Really A Seat So Sweet
Defeat? Is It Really A Seat So Sweet
Just to gain territory over a port
Is war the only resort
Taking innocent lives by bombing the airport
While people were celebrating, eating a torte
Is it called victory when people are dead? Have they won, if the seas have turned red?
They want to stay with their families, but other ones they shred
People told me it's their daily bread
But “it’s just insecurities” is what I said
The sky is grey, the sun is gone
From the streets, people have withdrawn
There is a red liquid all over the fresh green lawn
In the garden, roams, without a mother, a fawn
Children sitting in a corner, tears rolling down their cheek
When asked why they said their parents were killed and thrown down the peak
Everyone gets scared when their floor creaks
Because only the enemy is moving, in this day so bleak
The animals who lost their owner don’t talk, but their actions speak
After hearing the news of the death of their pets or children, parents shriek
For this incalculable loss, the justice they seek
In a fight for power
To show the enemies that they don’t cower The civilians, with explosives shower
Killing living things by the hour
While the authorities command sitting in a safe tower
Is it called victory, when loved ones are lost? Triumph achieved, but at what cost?
Even if you gave millions to compensate, people would beg for their near ones to not be tossed
How can we warm people’s hearts, when it’s covered in frost?
“War does not determine who is right, but only who is left”- Bertrand Russell