Born in Battles

 I am born of fury, 

I was born in bloodshed. 

In some corner of the world 

I reincarnate as Death. 

No choosing, no right or wrong 

No age or religion, or caste 

I seek blood and I draw it 

Causes mingled and morality at stake; 

Battles won and lost in the struggle for those 

Who is up in the high chairs yet 

The sufferings are of those stampeded below 

The weight of power.

I am born from battles, 

They created me to balance the good and bad.

Yet when wars are fought, 

It all becomes just stories.

Versions of the truth, 

Yours and theirs.

False hopes and assurance 

That wars are inevitably good 

For humankind seeks the blood of its own 

Pretending they are different. 

You hope history doesn't repeat.

You hope battles spare children and women

Who becomes pawns in your ego games

But nothing changes, does it?

Era after era the stories repeat,

And you pray harder every day.

Irony is, you worship me for peace 

When I am the Goddess of war.

© Suranya