O GENTLEMEN

O GENTLEMEN

O gentlemen,
It is your blood or theirs,
It is the human blood after all.
War may go on in the East or the West.
It will bleed the peace of world, after all.

Bombs may fall on homes or on outskirts,
They wound the spirit of life after all.
Our crops may burn or theirs,
The famine will kill humans, after all.

Thanks may move forward or recede.
They tear open the Earth after all.
Be in the victory of war or the mourning of defeat,
Life sheds tears on death after all.

So, O gentlemen!
It is better to end the war.
In the courtyards, yours and ours,
It is better to keep the candles burning. 

Sahir Ludhyanavi