Life and death

The countries may be yours,
the soil belongs to us.

The boundaries may be yours,
the earth belongs to us.

The struggle may be yours,
the rubble belongs to us.

The soldiers may be yours,
but the floods of blood,
the heartwrenching tears,
that inundate the drowning world
belongs only to us.

You may speak of hatred.
Wars, weapons, guns, 
maybe your wealth;
we speak of peace, love,
we speak of life,
not of death.

© supratik 2022
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stormwolf

Hi Supratik
A very heartfelt and moving poem. There is a sense of proud resistance against a world gone crazy.
There is indeed a death cult pulling the strings just now but their time is at hand.
The older I get the more futile I see war, for we are all connected so we fight against ourselves if we engage.

Great suffering is evident but love always wins in the end.
Alison x

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