A war rages on and soldiers lie dead,
and cannons lie steaming in a pool of red,
a thousand cries for peace, fill my head,
while their screams of agony take me to bed.
With guns and ammo,
and bombs and tanks,
a thousand fathers and children, fill these ranks;
They march and stand,
dig trenches in the sands,
a thousand mothers and daughters, fill these ranks;
For medals and badges,
and coffins that flank,
a thousand scattered body parts, fill these ranks;
All, while we Netflix and chill.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar
I wonder if Chemical weapons are banned ’cause they leave corpses intact,
so was can actually count the dead,
or because they take their sweet time
so we can see them suffer instead.