~After having read and watched quite many of documentaries and movies on war, I have realized the futility of it. The price we pay for our hunger for power and dominance over the others. It blinds us, drives us crazy, corrupts our compassion and morality, awakens the monster in us and turns us into each other's enemy. War destroys a nation and the following generations. It brings death and disharmony. Misery and destruction of humankind. Thousands of men, women and children martyred and killed, either on the battlefields or by bombings. When husbands, brothers, fathers and fiances leave their home to fight for the glory without the certainty of returning back again to home, to their loved ones, it weighs heavy. Likewise women and children caters for the wounded, takes up responsibility of earning before they are ready while surviving in misery. They say that only the dead has seen the end of a war and I think it is true. When and if you survive it, it will scar you so deep you will never come out of it as the same person. A part of you will die, a part of you will be newly found. This poem is inspired by one particular movie called "Atonement", which touched me deeply, so I decided to convey it in verse. In case you have watched it too, you'll get the reference of the beachside house and a promise that remained unfulfilled...
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