Just a little Humanity...

Like prisoners in their own land
They fight for their lives.
Why must one fight in the first place?
Let alone killing mankind in the battle.
The battle is not of arms or weapons.
This is a battle of pride,
A show of power and the might in a hand,
The display of strength and ability.
At what cost though? And of what price?
Persecution of innocent lives?
Why not the culprits or the deserving kind?
But then again, that, who are we to decide?
Then do not, dear brother, take away a life.
Do not, a mother, take away from a child.
Pray, a little humanity you must have.
For what hope do we when we cannot learn to reconcile.
Peace, brothers, peace is the need of the hour.
In a country or maybe in a heart.
Put down your guns, and save the day.
Be human, is all for what we can pray.