WAR

Soldiers sown in the field

And bodies usually are the yield

Bodies of strangers, friends and colleagues

Leaving survivors with long lonely monologues

Rendering life without taste or feel

  In this clash of elephants

The casualties include animals, civilians, even infants.

That is to say but the least.

Vultures gather in circles to feast

On the remains of once beautiful living beings.

  Where then is the profit of war?

When rebuilding cost so much more

Both humanly and materially.