Human memory is short. History always repeats itself. |
The land was barren, the skies foggy Broken houses, broken bones and broken hearts It is how war looked today, everyday Victory was out of sight and out of mind The ground was painted with vermillion lines The air painted with gunpowder smoke A vague sense of death filled sadness Like a choked scenery with no survivors But with a war still to be won Men flocked and hurled at each other Their souls now deaf and dumb Only service guns and bullets did the talking With the whole place burning in ashes Sat three pigeons atop a telephonic wire The three pigeons had no reason to panic, for War would end them all, sooner or later And they sat close and watched on the deeds of man Each of them pointing in different directions The first pigeon called on the others for attention, Their eyes peered into a noisy dark shack A noise, a suppressed voice, a girl held against her choice Curses turned to sobs and sobs turned to silence Where could she run? Who could she call? Surrounded by soldiers, it was just a war Not alone was the helpless girl, the pigeons realised As a child sat tearfully by the roadside No family, no friends, no foes He sat helpless much like the birds, only sadder And called up on the hordes of marching men But who would notice, it was just a war Boom! A roof ripped open- pieces and skulls So violent was the shell, it even frightened the birds The first pigeon more anxious than the rest, as He flew aimlessly from the rope he clinched And flapped across the smoking land When another shell fell in place Killing the bird and a dozen who thought they were safe Sat two pigeons atop the telephonic wire The two pigeons had no reason to panic, for War would end them all, sooner or later Turning their little bird necks the pigeons watching on To see yards and trees shrivelled...ablaze To see crushed well and a dry skinned river And with two hungry dogs stranded like the child They fought each other over uniformed casualty Bullets and blood, more bullets than blood Oh! And a man ran with desperate pace Marooned deserter in a land of no escape 'Kill them all' echoed the vengeful mercenaries Horror flags in the air, thunder, lighting in the sky A burning pyre housed the prey man to death Prefer honour even at death, it was the law of war! 'The man escaped the enemy and died a free man' Both pigeons laughed and chirped at the rhetoric of men Roaring artillery, missile, cannons and bombs White flags and surrendering men blown apart Thud! A hit, a sound, another pigeon muffled and down The two looked each other, eye to eye without any last goodbye And the second one dropped to the ground, motionless Sat one last pigeon on top of the telephonic wire Left alone, the pigeon had no reason to panic, for War would end them all, sooner or later Waiting to shake off his morality soon, The pigeon turned his attention again to pictures dreadful To see a frozen brave heart lie against his jeep seat With the face of his beloved clinched inside his fist To whom he would never return, as her memories will burn Spat a rambling enemy on the dead man's face, just a part of war And scenes such as these terrified the bird at last Pained and lonely he wanted his end to come fast The pigeon could see humanity had lost its heart 'See you soon' thought the little pigeon of his dead friends I have seen enough, I have seen enough But the day turned to dusk and dusk turned to darkness The firings and bloodshed came to a halt The lonely bird sat still, still on the wire waiting for death But the war had ended just like the day And the bird had no one to take his life away Such was the cruelty of man's war That it left most dead and burdened the rest with life |