The wounded dove

Greed and pride flared somewhere in the wild,

that night humanity lost its only dear child;

A fire ran, divided the whole known world,

and seas got leaped and lands got engulfed;

winds blew and carried it across nations' lines,

towns and cities burned,beyond a thousand miles;

ballads and legends glorified several of the braves,

who fought for cause and then slept in their graves;

still many unsung songs were never heard again,

for these chimes just died in their own iron chains;

childhood faded and beauty withered,

science corrupted and art shuddered;

sympathy choked and justice gagged,

and conscience died as life begged;

a bullet was fired and a cannon thundered,

an army marched and a village crumbled;

a husband was shot and a son was lost,

a wife cried and a mother sought;

story of each battle ran along same path,

and each left behind a terrible aftermath;

still the war raged and dined on human souls,

lives became numbers and got counted in tolls;

martyrs were redefined as the victors who died,

legends were retold and the history got scribed;

the fire died out with the humanity's last sigh,

and left victims to brood on the answer to "why"?