The Land Of Death

The Land Of Death

The land of death,

Where none has wealth,

The land where man dies,

The place where soul flies,

Is the ground of a battle.

Where every one dies,

Including men and cattle.

Warriors have a glorious fight,

A competition to increasing might.

The winner gets the life by right,

Whereas the looser dies,

Or he is sent to a place

 Where he loses his flight.

He sees no light,

And slowly dies.

Millions of innocent men,

Have to utter a howl of pain.

Unnecessarily they are jailed,

If their ruler’s mission gets failed.

Like this went on for millions of years.

It showered down billions of tears.

Like this each battle made a country,

A land of death!

It showered down rapidly,

All mankind’s wealth.

By Caesar Borgia