Poezja

War – fear cloaked in courage be, 
War – a solution can never ever be, 
War – but an aggravator surely be, 
War – but murder in uniform only be.

War – a repeal of principles of virtue be, 
War – a breeding ground of all vices be, 
War – days of harvest for the devil be, 
War – a means of peace can not be.

War – not an adventure ever be, 
War – but a disease clearly be, 
War – interlude during peace be, 
Or peace – interlude during war be? 
 (Eddies of Life) © Munindra Misra