The heroes then now have a tarnished name
With knives and guns and tanks and bullets lame
The eye is blackened with horror and spirits far from tame.
The grenades race through the open hot air
For once upon a time their homes were their lair
And now in the darkness of their hell-like dens
Carcasses pile up and bloody eyes stare.
Me in the peaceful haven of my holy home
Cant see in view where the ghosts could have roamed,
Evil has no face, no name given by God
And I pull out a page of the mangled and wrangled sword.
They brandish nightmares as if they would gain
Some respite, some health, some wealth through the pain
And fire, fire, fire they do, completely insane
For war doesn't see the hens from the hanes.
Pull out your hair or let it down,
Hear songs sung through the frowns,
Even there as towers plummet to the ground
War is nameless, faceless, let them here lay down their crowns.
-- Doel Sengupta
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