To live at an ease
Where is the peace?
Gun fire is heard
Streets come to life afterward
Enemy is silenced
But so many deaths have commenced
No blood shed is welcome
The land has become
Curse to some
Headache to wholesome
What have we gained?
It has always pained
Generation has changed
Still peace is not managed
Let hostility come to an end
Let messengers be sent
The table should be served
But truce must be observed
Let children take fresh air
And feel fair
The real sons of soil
To blossom the flower and toil

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