I don’t like war, I don’t like death

I don’t like a soldier drawing his last breath

I don’t like blood, I don’t like violence

I don’t like the grief, sorrow and the deafening silence

I think no sensible human would wish to see soldiers fall

In fact, a sensible human would wish peace for all

For no mother would wish to receive her dead son’s bag

And no spouse would wish to see her lover in a flag

But I can only preach so, as I please

For there is a soldier there, protecting this peace

In a utopian world, these words will hold no weight

For the hearty meal of peace would await every plate

But in the world we live I cannot idly say

That the world forgoes all hate and walks my way

For the peace I have doesn’t come to me free

There is a soldier paying the price in blood for me

And such ignorant complains on war without care

Ring as insults to the soldiers fighting there

Hence I cannot just declare that I despise such death

For there is a soldier dying to protect my breath

-Veda Samhita

13\5\2025