A Plea

A Plea - by Bubbles Kandhari

With heavy hearts we go to war

Wondering why it came this far

Distressed faces, energy zapped

Wondering if every source was tapped.

Is there no stone left unturned?

Have all the efforts been actually spurned?

This is the question on every mind

The answer to which is hard to find.

The world is sad at the outcome today

Chaos and destruction will now come to play

“Scuds” and “patriots” fired in the sky

Panic stricken people shout and cry.

Depression is written everywhere

Tension is filled in the air

Forces fight for what each thinks is right

He will win who has the might.

Innocent peoples’ lives at stake

It will be worse than any earthquake

People keep all night awake

Waiting for their loved ones to return home safe.

Rolling tears from the mother’s eyes

Crying and sobbing of the wives

Children oblivious of the wretched plight

Know not of the complexity of the fight.

What will be the outcome of this bloody war?

But what are we actually fighting for?

Is it the dollar or is it the oil?

Or is it Saddam Hussein’s plot to foil?

Can it be called a Jihad, a holy war?

Or do some self-interests come to the fore?

What is wrong and what is right?

Remains to be seen in the proper light.

Please Mr. Hussein, we plead with you

And Mr. Bush we appeal to you

The world is so beautiful

Do not destroy it.

Come up with a solution and just be done with it

Enough room there is for all to co-exist

Then why with this war do you still persist?

For peaceful solution it is never too late

Change it could the entire world’s fate

The world would rejoice if this hatchet you bury

As great and brave men, then, you will go down in history.

Written during the 2nd Gulf war