Almost as long as mankind had lived, War had been waged, Between men and yet, Those who

were hurt most were the souls of women and children Fret not thou, For a war is a thing of beauty on it’s own

the yet

Beautiful war
You think me mad of such accusations, For I believe not the terror of war, Yet war is not just amongst men or nations, What it means by war, Is truly seeking the right and right for what we believe in, even in ourselves
Sharifah Nuruljannah Syed Amran ©2013

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For a war is where faith lies, A war is where hope is not denied of, A place of dancing warriors fighting for they right, A place of children born with great insights who one day shall not repeat the mistakes of their father or their father’s father. War itself is a praying field.

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