Anguish Or Anger

War may not stop as it is like hunger Be whatever level of anguish or anger It may come like clouds thunder May cause havoc, destruction and plunder Bodies may remain scattered Many more may just be murdered Blood may flow and termed as holy war Enemy is enjoying by staying far We kill our own brethrens While praying for our concern We see in them devil But in fact they are religious pupil Blood flows freely with no account Death toll rises and mounts I pray almighty to stop this mad race Why we flow the blood and stupidly chase Humanity suffers in pain There is nothing to gain Territories may remain wherever they are We shall only become fading star Who enjoys this bloody war? Who creates wedge and taking profit far? We are simple fool not to understand They are real foes and not our friends Not a sing tear drops when bombs are dropped? Not a regret note is issued when bodies are collected? What type of game are we paying in somebody's hand? What can be our logic and simple trend? I think of no devil or enemy Let us all pray sincerely to almighty "O, lord grant us some sense What are we committing often this nonsense? I dream of holy war For taking my fellow brethrens very far Where they can breathe peacefully With honor and rightfully What will matter if I utter Allah? Where world will collapse if I pray for Jesus and say hurrah I see no reason why we can't stop? The war on honor and pride is just flop Let us see same world with different face Where it has everything sans mad race No blood for simple reason of domination Let us build healthy and happy relation