Sonnet- War Is A Waste

When will this world bid farewell to-all arms?
Nay, not in a hundred years next, at least!
'Tis like munition-dumps growing like farms!
To his brethren, Man has become a beast.

When will man realise that love but rules!
Nay, not in a millennium next or more;
History repeats the fact that men are fools;
Too ghastly looks warfare now, to the core.

When will man peacefully coexist, then?
Nay, not in a thousand years or some more;
This world is meant for the strongest of men;
So wars the way that keeps him in the fore.
When will man learn that war is utter waste?
Nay, not until he himself doth it taste.

by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,

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