The pages we turn the books we romanticize through
Does it take a Tolstoy to foretell?
The tug between War and Peace will live us to stew
Imagine a land where battle is an everyday issue
Predict the little jesters holding onto a spade too
Defending we all are stretching the marks on earths hinge
Bulletproof are the wits of young boy who just learned to think
Can you see such a world blessed with contentment, a self sufficed life?
Or will you barricade such thoughts by shielding the young minds
The little jesters inured to such moments will put a blind to their eyes
And will they too one day kill for vengeance, love and pride
Look into the mirror and come across,
Inside all of us is a child at war who is panicked to reconcile
Careful you either begin with love or a battle, story of lost boys
An Indian Princess 