The Battlefield: Poem by Musawir Ahemd

The Battlefield: Poem by Musawir Ahemd

A profound stillness ahead of ruin
In the fury of a war
Behold the men, rise strong and firm
As today they battle to “exist”
What begin a war but a battle cry
Watch them charge to meet death
Their swords broken
Their shields shattered
What is the colour of rain but red
What father, what son
The battle never judge
A survival between men
Watch the men become monsters
Watch them crave for blood
Their minds twisted
Their instincts awaken
No return, a valley of death
No one same, no one happy
Their souls taken, their happiness lost
A scar left, deeper than a sword
Watch the men, fight the men
Watch the death meet them all
Their courage questioned, their strength lost
What is a man but a human
Their bodies shaken, their instincts wild
Men who have tasted blood
Their life lost, their thirst remained
Those men never the same, their minds corrupted
Why do we fight, why do we fight
More than a soldier, be a father, a brother, a husband, a son
Why let others control you
Be a captain of your own self
Let the music heal you
Let the wind guide you
Let the daughters meet their star
Let the world be at peace

 

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