No Sir, It's 21st. Century

No Sir, I regret, I can't fight this war, This is not the age of chivalry, When decisive was cavalry, When morale was to physical, Is as eight is to one, This is not the age of valor, No more miracles, No more wonders, In the past, battles were won, On the playing fields at Eton. This is the age of ground realities, Why not you realize, Modern wars are total wars, Bringing death and destruction, To innocent women and children. Many nations have weapons, So furious so deadly, They can destroy in minutes, Entire human race, And being a human, I can not face. Your terror can't be lasting, Every thing has an end, Your terror gave birth, The illicit children, The proxy wars, Returned on innocent, And helpless people. You will lose ultimately, This war is futile, You shall leave behind, Hates and distances. Our coming generations, Will face the consequences, As we are facing. The deeds of the past, Reflected and refracted, Burning body and soul. Don't put the clock back, Please learn the lesson, Of coexistence. It's the path of survival, You preach me to join, A war self imposed, No sir, It's 21st. century.