ON THE BATTLE GROUND
Foe attacks friends,
Friends die,
Families scattered everywhere,
The blood of loyals stained the earth.
On the battle ground,
Human acts like beasts,
Horses, calvaries become
Merchants of deaths.
Then, came a man with a lamb,
To the battle ground,
To fight his battle,
Where horses are whinning
Warriors are roaring.
He came to this sinful world,
Where the battle is incessant,
Used himself as a sacrifice,
To pave the way for the casualties;
The casualties of war.
This, the warrior could not do,
But still stays on the battle ground
For what purpose Hmmm,
For their selfish gain?. In spite of their
Force and power?.
Who would have ever thought
A lamb would rescue the
Soul of men. No one,
No one indeed.
