War has no WINNERS
War prevents ARBITRATION
War nurtures REBELS
WAR wreaks the worst woes on the weak…and the weakling
WHIPS women into weeping widows…like weeping willows
AN ABERRATION
ABROGATES accords…and abandons agreements
RECONSTRUCTS the wreck into ruins…and rubble
II
War accepts the invitation
But does not leave without leaving footprints
War arrives in a large contingent
But departs with less men in a regiment
War is not an event
Not even a process
It is birthed from an event
It goes through the process
And evolves into the excesses
War has no shape
Has no form
It begins in any shape
And changes from rage to hate
Till it mutates from any form
Into any shape
War does not choose its victims
Not even its victors
War has no rhythm
It does not even remove the reasons
The rhyme and the reason
That sent the troops into the trenches
War rewards with only spoils
From the toils of the loyal patriots
War is no oasis
For the innocent trapped by the foe
War is no joke
For trained soldiers to lie in wait
War is not a tea party
It has no willing party-cipants
It has only killing obedients
And some willful deviants
War is no friend of peace
War breaks the limbs of many into many pieces
War offers fresh flesh to death for a feast
War is an adversary of peace
This is W. A. R.
