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War, the Rich's Play
by
Raghab Nepal
War, the
fire, rich have lit
I see burning slums, burning street.
Poor see themselves fry when they are alive
What more to regret, how more to cry?
O ye human, O mighty big
Nay, never has war changed others creed.
To love and live is what you declare
And throw few bombs but are you insane?
All are one and same, yet non the small
O ye fools don't use your intellect at all.
Deities are scared to see these battles
For they believed their creation would be kind and
humble.
I hither and dither and find no ease
These hoary news sets my blood to freeze.
When shall sun enlighten these fools?
When shall god bestow us with his peace rule?
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