Agony of War (Speaks)

The shadow of Kalinga hangs on.

Crippled bodies

sublime in ancient battlefields.

Fiends and edentates

rule the World.

And souls wilfully escape into a world

without bondage.

 

Pain and hunger,

Sufferance,

The Earth in peril.

“Martyred? Aye! Nations immortal sons!”

With their mortal remains

long lost.

 

We weep silent tears

and count those lines of vanity

on the vain human visage.

Mutable, unaccountable-

Yet, basking in the glory of

victorious battles.

 

Wait awhile!

This shan’t stay.

When time shall cease to exist

Only I’ll stand strong.

I am Agony of War.

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