Yesterday I heard them say that a war is about to rage
They are getting ready for a gunfight, standing on their borders looking out for prey
Truth is that no one is going to win and only inoperable scars would remain
The lives of the innocent will be sacrificed and yet a great victory will be declared
People cried for mercy, pointing them to the heavens above to stop before it is too late to contemplate
But ignoring the loud cries, their fierce eyes only wanted to take a futile revenge
Backed by the filthy rich, those ferocious faces awaited their feast
Those untamed men had in red included everyone on their list
Their senses were attuned only to the commands of the dealers of death
And their hands unashamedly took the lives of those who begged
The recipients of the horrible news lost in thoughts, stared at the sky with a blank face
People wished farewell to their loved ones amidst the terrible haste
Some kissed their children's forehead and some cried endless tears
While others were not ready of what was awaiting them next
Unafraid and wild young boy, the pride of his people
The one sent to get a sight of the enemy troop came running and stooping
And all got anxious of what he had to say
When alas! the boy fell on the ground shot in his back
Oh! what a sign of fate
There would remain nothing except to regret shouted one of the men
But the enemy troop had only one thing on their mind
And that was destruction of those who only wanted to live
Everyone started mourning accepting their death while children did not understand a word and stared at elders’ face
As the enemy troops were approaching nearer with every wink of an eye, they felt the ground trembling beneath their feet
As if destiny was awaiting the commands of the Almighty to grant its potion of eternity to those who would win
Grim Reaper cast a gloomy shadow over them with its sudden appearance and waited for the trapped souls to get freed
Suddenly silence followed and a place once filled with lively souls
Turned into a lifeless fatal scene with thousand words still echoing for help
Nothing except mourning, nothing but a tragic end
Years and years flew by,
But the crimson abandoned land never stopped reminding about its awful end