How is your beauty burned to ashes?
O Land of Jewels!
Why are the shouts and triumphs of joy turned into despair and cry of pain?
Why is your place of worship exchanged with an altar of human sacrifice?
The sound of gunshot for the music and loud explosions for the rhythmic drums?
I sat down and wonder how the Golden Age did disappear and the clock ticks past 12 of the the Harmonious Era.
Or if it was just a good night's dream of Patalal.
Beautiful people that spoke goodwill wishes have change their tones into cursing;
brotherhood bonds of the past are kept in Museum,
And folktales and folklores got a new version of itself.
I have heard of war in distant places.
But now I can see the sting of it with my eyes, it felt horrible.
It can't be compared with the pinch of a scorpion, or the kisses of an hornet.
I can see regrets in the hearts of the old, fury furnace in the eyes of the youth, terror in the thoughts of the children and despair in the face of mothers.
Big dreamers milked with love and non-violence has been poisoned by war into savages and bloody revengers.
The air is filled with anger, clouds with smokes of beautiful homes, land with dead bodies and water with mixture of blood.
Is it a fight for truth?
Or a fight for supremacy?
History has proved 'war and revenge has no end'!
Man still thought it's possible.
But the heart lingers for the answer,
'When does it come to an end'?


© phenry