• “The Price of Mars”


    Rifles crossfire, grenades were volleyed
    Bombs are dropped, deaths are morbid
    Bullets fired – Someone’s hit
    Need a medic! Need a medic! Nope that was it.
    Death was inevitable as so we agree
    But the war was won – the enemies’ flee!

    We won the war! Half lived to see tomorrow
    But behind the broad sentence, a sea full of sorrow
    Families wonder is their sons made their fall
    They, in months, received neither a mail nor a call
    Even though they doubt, there is no greater fear
    A telegram on the door – they know someone died was dear!
    A Father saddened, mother cries
    Some still got on with their lives
    Some wept, some rejoiced their friend, brother, father outlasts,
    A terrible war that was done in the past

    Stories of hardships and challenges in wars from heyday
    Rests in the minds of the young and the youth of today
    Thinking that honor is gained by the matters of slay
    And thinking that they have the skills – they had no price to pay
    To kill a person, to hunt, to be hunted, to Death’s kiss
    Anyone who didn’t experience war must take note of this:
    Someone who perished,
    Had a family he cherished!