Brilliant Wars

"Hey mamma..!! see that's a shooting star."
"Its not a star, we are in mid of a big war."
(To him his mom was an open book store,
out of curiosity he asked more n more.)
Mom what is a war ?
Son, war is a game of immense power,
in which riches still survives n poor dies,
everything goes expensive, no matter pulses or wheat
some still manage n many are left with nothing to eat.
(And again a question strikes his mind
as someone's filling the mind which was initially wind.
And she answered to his every single shot,
as if she had seen,understood or suffered hell lot.)
Who plays this bad game ?
It's played by group of people known as government,
and everyone around suffers so much,
it could lead a running country to a crutch.
(He was really hungry but they had nothing to eat,
he knew the conditions and thus he thought to cheat,
Whats more elegant than a mother teaching a child ?
The questions he had were unstoppable n wild,
only trick to avoid hunger known to that innocent child.)
Mom, for whom does these bells troll ?
These bells are for the people who died.
Who have killed them mom ?
They are killed by marching patrols,
who are all leather n weapons without souls.
So finally what gonna happen when this game will end ?
Nothing, nothing at all,
we may go in anyone's part,
they play to win only lands and not hearts.
No one really cares about the conditions of ours,
these really are not the brilliant wars,
these really are not the brilliant wars.
(And he slept baring the hunger with all his powers,
The Great Sahara's of her eyes got filled
as emotions crossed all the bars.
Still thinking "Are these really Brilliant Wars?")