They say it is all about winning--- but what?
Dead bodies--- all about to rot?
It was for Mullah they had fought,
But, alas! Only death had been brought.
Deaf are you, to the deafening wails
Tears that say the untold tales?
About man slaying man, brother killing brother;
Some cry for their son, and some for their father!
What fluid stains the battle field?
Thicker than water, what did it yield?
Corpses in thousands, wails even more,
Bodies all mutilated, cut into four!
Even the blood of thousands is less
To quench your thirst, I guess
As long as you exist---was galore
Darkness is in store!!
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