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Scars Of War - Poem by Vinayak Manuka

It's been centuries we claim 'we are civilized'.
I don't know how? I am surprised.
We have seen Hitler's holocausts and cultural genocide.
And still we talk about war as a matter of pride.
We have seen the death of 'Alan Kurdi' a Syrian boy who don't know why did he die.
We have seen the wounded 'Omar Daqneesh' a child who knows nothing but to cry.
We have seen the tears in the eyes of volunteer who couldn't bear the plight of baby he saved.
Isn't it the result of the way for war that those lunatics have paved?
We heard the cries of children in the debris of crumbled hospitals in Aleppo echoed in our ears.
We heard the cries of mothers whose son went to fight a war and never returned all these years.
And if you still want to hear a war cry.
Then you are letting the humanity die.
Vinayak Manuka