Dear Mortals!

Candor was reproached
Cries, approached…  
through the synthetic haze.

Beliefs were deserted
Lives were ceded…   
and the men continued to daze.

Their blood united,
The land they divided
But ego didn’t shunt.

Their bodies tight,
With eagle sight,
Barrels were meant to hunt!

A feather, white
Ever so light,
came flying down to Earth.
Peace, it said,
Let Love be!
till bloody crimson stole its mirth.

But who cared?
Who could have dared?
The orders were to shoot.
People died?
Irrelevant!
Their shrieks were put to mute…

Till one day,
When triggers went mum!
Against war, when wisdom fought.

Beyond conviction,
Are the powers of affection…
Dear Mortals, give it a thought!






(After a string of emotionally challenging sequences, this one happens to be my first real shot at realism. I tried to superimpose the irony of 'you' and 'me'  over 'us' against a backdrop of the symbolism of peace and love. Hope this meets the expectations! :) )