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.

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