The Crimson Trickle

This was one of the three poems and four short stories that I wrote at Antaragni's(IIT Kanpur's cultural fest) creative writing competition, within 180 minutes. There could have been various outlooks to the topic, but I linked it to war. Though I didn't win, this qualifies as one of my fastest poems ever written -> 15 minutes :-)

The crimson trickle that the soldiers shed,

to win a war that was never foresaid;

between two nations which were once one,

cost many a families, their only son.

The reason for war, was never explained,

It was only the blood that was drained;

All because, the men that led,

never really cared about the bloodshed.

Call them audacious, or call them fools,

They used their countrymen as their tools;

Only to support their selfish reason,

Their men lost lives in every season.

All the bitterness that has crept,

the serenity lost and the settlements swept

the innocent children and their constant fears;

have now dried out, like their countless tears.

Should god come, put this in their head,

Or we stand up and say instead;

that all these wars do need to end,

as no one wins, by killing a friend.