By Petros Haile

 

for every dead soldier

ten plus more relatives grieve

to some, remains a permanent scar

so it seems, no more killing

yet, it lingers on every living soul

 

family and community disintegrate

when the toll for the damage counted

society begins to gloom on its intensity

one by one, and no one escape

dead, maimed and displaced

 

To the never ending nightmare

those who can, left the country

promise not to return

to the place they despise

 

assessing the damage, how the nation injured

in the unnecessary war, might also be unprovoked

war does not discriminate, even to those who ignite

 

the greatest damage of all

nation's innocence has been robbed

trust no one, take no prisoners

victory at any cost

collective Psyche of survival

 

pretensions & fear takes over

victory celebrated in partial forms

war songs & dance over the dead

guns became the national emblem

 

reminding the relatives of the other side

that their loved one's death

the cause for celebration to others

their sorrow & despair

becomes a joy to the "victors" 

no winner or looser 

absence of war does not translate to peace

we carry the scars to our grave

 

when the nation reveals the reality

no amount of comfort & therapy

erase the pains from our memory

 

for the faults of irrational humans

men, women & children suffer

no matter who celebrate victory, or concede defeat