Would you bear the cost
of peace, if there was
no war, no country, no
personal gods?
We are not talking about―
a retropain of recent past.
It was there when we―
started walking, and
discovered a superhuman being.
The crowd swells every day, and
a new religion crops up
every now and then.
There was no fatal crash.
It makes you rich overnight.
The money grows―
from the barrel of the gun.
I refuse to celebrate the victory.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: October 15th, 2018 20:40
- Category: Nature
- Views: 9
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