Mirrored Face Of War

War, a persona with numerous qualities. Some disastrous while others speak goodness. Fragrance of war brings about dwindling of smile and joy as greediness spikes in the thoughts of the violent. Long barrels smeared with explosive powders points into the face of the innocent as eyes full of covetousness watch over. Blood sieves through the teeth gaps of the earth crust and bodies are left as organic manure without a respected goodbye. As fire is lit into houses and other properties and jubilation is mounted over the heads of violent, the wailing of the venerable dampens. Rape,slavery and abduction then becomes the song of the birds. Because of the wrangling amidst those who crave for power and wealth, the unimpeachable has to suffer the residue. But aside all the negatives, this war sprinkles freedom for the long-term oppressed. As nature rests, persons strategize plans to gain their rights. This is done because winners never quit and oppressors always want more resources so coaxing is disabled. War then becomes the last resort of vanquishing the enemy. This is the chapter where martyrs are found. Happiness thereafter becomes the hallmark of the vindicated. War truly is an irony

Written by:Kwame Dunamis