No Man's Land.......

No water, no oil,

only blood seeps through my sand,

That's what they call me,

I am no man's land .

I have seen soldiers crumble,

I have been war torn,

scarred with bullets and mines ,

deserted and forlorn .

I have witnessed brave men wailing,

begging for thier end,

that's what they call me ,

I am no man's land .

From arrows to howitzers,

from swords to tanks,

I range from rocky terrains,

to deserts and river banks,

covered with blood of innocent,

I stink from gunpowder ,

slaughter and blood shed ,

for a so called "border",

I mourn with wailing mothers,

for their only child's end,

for that's what they call me,

I am no man's land.

Why do humans kill ?

don't they know they are brothers,

how can some mere sketches,

seperate hearts from each other ?

Let the weapons rust,

let strategies go to ease,

all I want to say is ,

"Give a chance to peace".