War First Please, by Ananya S Guha

Fratricide

Holy or unholy

Wars bequeath a legacy

A turning point

Omens of all that is good

Only signatures of a damp life

We cut teeth into flesh

We make love in war

We spar damn it

Wars make things happen

Come to life

Cracking shells and mortars

Only the whimper lasts

Whisper of battle cries

And the deathly ghoul stands as sentinel

Come war means peace and all that goes

With war

Make peace and war at the same time

We need an excuse to have peace

War first please.

So a cold one, a hot one

Lukewarm if you please

Many hopes, many manifestations

That we love war to see blood curdling.