Children killing children,
Blood splits all.
All the spirits died,
At the whole.

Brother ripping brothers skin,
And killing for a dream,
Kills hisself-If he had to do-.
Feeding all these myths.

Man killed man,
And women cried,
God never gave a chance,
To orphans of the war.

There was no criminal at all,
Can t blame them.
Cry of war echoes at holy top,
After all,it won't stop.

© MoonMan