Sonnet: Brothers-At-War

The Sky is one for men all o'er the globe; The Air we breathe is same for all Earthlings; The Sun is one whatever be our robe; The Moon is common for beggars and kings. The water from the mountains must stream down; And forms the River that enters the Sea; The soil is same no matter village/town; Alas! men fight for such things stupidly. All states must thrive by only sharing these; No state is self-sufficient in all things; All jealousies and diff'rences must cease; Brethren must share both sorrows, joys, life brings. If nations and states must progress at par; Then share and live in peace, not go to war.