The War Prayer

I feel at war, living in a battleground,
Where every man is for himself,
And the women alone,
Compassion nowhere to be found,
Mates vs. mates, friends of yesterday foes today,
Back stabbing, and stalking,
So much hate, in the hearts of the young ones,
No one questions this state of war,
No one has the time from self defence,
To think of the fellow man who might be helpless,
You huddle in groups, trying to create a comfort zone,
You move in gangs, fighting skills is what you hone,
Strangely, we were brothers in arms,
The band of brothers, now stands disbanded,
We stand as mercenaries,
Alone against adversaries,
I pray to God, for strength,
For this to end,
Ah, the blessed survival instinct kicks in,
And Kicks me, who else stands to lose?

Meghna
Written over the sorry state of affairs...