by arushi

Little conflicts that grew into a war

From the fall of a Duke to the world’s deadly call

Like a Castle of cards exposed to a hurricane

One bullet sparking a massacre unrestrained

 

The ideal of power nurtured in weak minds

Greatness of a nation being mere greatness of its size

Collapse of people, collapse of homes

All hid behind a mask of reasons unknown

 

When all fields with blood were drenched

When there wasn’t more land for a trench

When life could no longer cause another death

The world lay in silence and in wait

For some sign of strength to rise from its dreadful state

 

When man in war’s stupor

Erased what he had built

He saw the world as it was before he had strayed

He saw the blue sky and he saw the green fields

And he saw the flowers that spring continued to yield

 

After shedding so much of the red inside him

He saw the red outside

He saw the poppies that bloomed to life

It was then that he drew strength and he saw hope

To rescue himself from the sorrow with which he could not cope

 

The world is a better place now because there was a time when it was not

There is peace because wars have been fought

Lives are lost and sorrow refuses to fade

But lessons are learned when mistakes are made

 

Thus there just remains a need to remember

The evil, the bloodshed, the bombs and the blunders

To remember that lives were lost in order to gain

A vow from the world that what happened may never happen again.

(Shared publicly on Facebook on November 11, 2012- Remembrance Day. )

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