WAR: The Meal of Agony

The dinning table set for supper;
sumptuous meals oozing aroma of agony.
Guns and knives ready to eat the meals,
Prepared by hatred and ethnicity.
The dinning table set for supper.

War the glory of the weak and simple;
Oh! They're  fanning the ember, oiling the woods;
Cutting the thin line that holds us.
The dinning table set for supper.

They're done with  the meals;
Mothers in lonely roads searching for sucklings.
Ah! My family is no more, cried a father.
O Look at the weary sucklings helpless!
The dinning table set for supper.

Supper served and eaten;
Pioneers shaking hands and merrying,
Haha! No victor no vanquish, they say.
The dinning table set for supper.