Killjoys

With each war, 

A fresh revenge impulse is instilled.

With each war,

A new generation of orphans is chilled.

The unfathered,unmothered,unchilded lot,

Are the voiceless victims of a vulgar holocaust.

Power is the pepper and salt of the war omelette,

Falling as foul thoughts,into its warrior's gullet.

Water,food and light,vanish in the brutal bombs,

That deny tombs for those,killed without qualms.

With each war,

Death mongers team up with their killjoy calls;

With each war,

Terrorism and rage,bundle bodies without palls.

World watches all these frequent killjoys spree,

As if watching cricket matches with tickets free.

P.Chandrasekaran.