IS THIS A WAR?

Those who wish to understand us must know time
The war we wage is just for time
The end is not at sight
Its future is neither clear nor bright
What we fight for is not defined
This war! This war!!

This war has no friend nor enemy it seems
Those you fight for look much like the real enemy
Such a war where the weak defends her enemy
But the weak is the friend we war to protect
Those you fight for sleep deeply with the enemy
In few moments the sleeps cause children
Who is the enemy? Who is our friend?
This war! This war!!

They are cowards! They are cowards!!
They have no camps
They have no homes
They sleep and wake in the house of our weak
What an assemblage to shield and what a weak to protect?
What a marvel of satisfaction and delight
How the raped shouts in gracious pleasure
What a war! What a war!!

Why do they always hide?
Why do they always come by sudden?
Why do they always runaway afterwards?
Where do they always come from?
Whence do they always run?
Who do they always run to?
They seem to know much about us
Are they within us?
Who are we and who are they?
This war! This war!!

The enemies fight against all shrines
When the Jews pray, they fight them
Even where the Arabs worship smells a lot danger
Safety at shrines is long forgotten
Maybe till we leave here, we must pray with eyes open
At what time will the spirit beings do their jobs?
Could it be when we are deep asleep in our mortal fulfilment?
No humans seems to know our help
And the gods have been denied
This war! This war!!

In this war we wage
Everything is against itself
Everything is against everything
Those of us who fight, fight ourselves
Those we fight for, fight against themselves
Even our enemies are so confused
Will it ever come to an end?
This war! This war!!

The nights cry and the days weep
There is none to console the other
The commanders are mum but the troops fight furious
Control is no more a word
The happy clubs of our chiefs is a battlefield; chiefs of politics please
Who then do we fight?
Those who bid us fight want our lives short
Our birthrights are in their veiled pockets
They aren't thieves but pinch in tonnes
They aren't enemies and never brothers
This war! This war!!

When will this war end?
Our prophets are all dead
Those alive have been sore defiled
How far the ancestors and gods are now from them
They hear nothing anymore and no more messages from above us
It has become their duty to bless guns for the burglars
They have their shares
But on the heads of truths are barrels to discharge
The truth now only lives in utter silence
Only truth will end this war
But silence has by far buried truth
Yes! Silence has buried truth
I go to bed in fears and till I wake…

This war! Our dilemma!!

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