With great fear in heart and trouble in mind I stand to narrate the thought of a dreadful war: The very fury fire of an ongoing conflict, Where many mothers cry vigorously, "Blood!" "Blood!" "Blood!" and others cry, "my husband!", "my baby" at the sight of the crushed head of their dear husband or baby. Many mother become windows while many fathers become widowers Inflicted with a great deal of pain some result to taking their own life. Many are shocked from mere hearing the horror voice of the guns and ammunitions While others become deaf and dumb at the sight of stray bullets which was supposedly meant for them. Some who took to their hills though almost at the safe harbor are shot from the back like a he-goat running away from its chasers Many were disabled who have no means whatsoever of escaping but were by luckily overlooked while others were shattered, matcheted to death and shot at the sight of them escaping All these unreasonable slaughter done in the name of gracious peace Oh! Oh! What great animosity Casualties of war, either killed by the sword or by the axe or by the gun creating a world of fear and inflicted maximum hatred, causing conflict and dislikness to be the order of day. If casualty must come an abrupt end One thing must always be our drive; refusing to continue in the bloody steps of our forefathers and instead embracing peace and encourage love to rule our World.