Don’t tell me war
ear gets annoyed
eye cannot hold
humans with least reason
pull guns to destroy
destroy lives they cannot build
dig trenches they cannot fill
watches children prey
deep down into the mill
what have we in stored?
anger to burst
muscles to pounce
explode and devour
wailing in Rama
I refuse comfort
am waiting mama
this life is cut short
Rama has taste; it taste sour
peace has stay; it stays far
kill it to please a god
pay them more than sought
an island of forgetfulness; peace is lost
all in dementia
in Rama
those who open doors
meets gun shot; gets bitten
those who close
meet long range bombs and gets smitten