The aftermath

The bloodthirst is quenched
The sanguine is gone
Now's the time for peace
for love, for me.
But wait, why the silence?
Where are the shouts of joy?
Where are the drums of parade?
Where are the children laughing?
Where are the people dancing?
Where?
A question comes to my mind
Is this the real peace?
or just a period between
two turmoils.
I feel sorry,
for the children who became orphan,
for the women who became widow,
for fathers & husbands,
who died in vain,
died for nothing.
The turmoil again begins
The sanguine again starts.
The time is not right,
for love, for peace,
for me. So, we leave now.
Bye. 

-Jan 24,2001