I've heard the mourning cry
Of dead who died in war,
Infants and newborns
Asking "What were we killed for?".
The wise adults, dead now
Cursing them who caused those days,
Cursing rulers and big powers
Big powers they used to praise.
The yelling souls of old ones
Who did no wrong for their death,
Rather they served their country
Till their very last breath.
Yet they do not complain at all
Rather to us ,they say,
To learn lesson from their sufferings
And keep wars away.
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