The Price is Paid

The Price is Paid

It was in my arms he had died full of blood and gore

It was in my arms that he kept his head to close his eyes, black and sore

The same arms which helped him at times of trouble

And times change, now he is just a rubble

It was a war on both sides of the world

It was war with men out

And war inside between heart and brain

It was as if I was not going to believe that he was long dead.

We were like brothers only from different wombs

We were like each other’s hair and comb.

Life was joyful full of dreams

Curiosity to go in search for the unknown

Then came the war with a whip in its hand

Showing the reality and its fangs

Like a snake it crumbled the nation under its force

It was the moment when we had thin black patches of mustache and our voices just turned hoarse

War, a price paid for peace

Peace of sunken eyes and diseased bodies

Price is paid by the salty water from the eyes of the dearly

Price paid for the coming posterity

The Price is paid but the debt always remains