Entreat to Warmongers

Stop war. Think about them.
You will find fault
in this dreadful game.

They are the sons, brothers, or husbands.
They will fight and consider bullets
but what will happen to their kins?

Though they carry weapons
but they feel it heavy
as they don't find here any essence.

They take risks in their life.
Awards tempt them
and young lives never turn into ripe.

If there were no wars,
they would be friend
and would exchange salutation
from each side of barbed wires.