ARE WE NOT PAYING OUR OWN BUTCHER'S BILL?

Programmed to feel like a cannibal,

Have we failed as thinking animal,

What difference war will bring out?

To the world, when shots ring out.

Waged in the name of liberty or democracy,

War is just another name for hypocrisy,

Picking up guns to put down guns,

Would it not amount to sanity's breakdown?

To establish their clout and stature,

Play war games under new nomenclature,

Calling it " Peace Keeping Mission" 

Justifying their expansionist ambition.

They invent many weapons to kill, 

With cold  heart at their will,

All done to taste perverted victory's  thrill,

Are we not  paying our own butcher's bill?

Panic reverberating as streets turn red,

Burying near and dear ones in hundreds,

Damnation extends far beyond controls,

Time is not far when our last  bells toll.

© K.Radhakrishnan