Analysis of Bloodshed...

Look at the blood-dripping sword,
the mutineers' eyes, tired,
The fighter drenched in 'red',
Sparkling swords and dusty wounds.
The shield won't last long to eternity,
So won't the war, but fraternity,
Eyes of the dear, longing to watch,
A sight without this blood spots.
Your ears are used to blasts,
Eyes to disaster, nothing to last,
Still a supple heart beats within,
Enough, to console the loved ones.
Pleading before the Lord,
Who once occurred to war,
Emerges a soothing way,
To avert the doomsday.
Bow a little and drop the metal,
Stare at the sky, high above,
Grin wide, the smile to be seen,
Embrace the foe like a kin.