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 ...