WAR MARS
Yes war is on
Swords are drawn
Peace has gone
So has lovely morns
But hope is burning
To stop this killing
Drill sense in warring
Our hearts are yearning
Dear poets but please
In poesy sprees
Do not release
Wars gaudy scenes
It will just
Spread fear in gust
Set brains to rust
When love a must
Write more on love
Fly them as doves
Wear white peace gloves
Hate itself, will shove.
©sunita grover raina2022
11/03/22
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