They build Citadels of skeletons on debris

Who expects humanity in the battlefield?
It's really an absurdity.
If a gun has a soft heart like a flower
Definitely never allow to shoot,
But the men with cold iron hearts
What else they could do except killing?
When this ferocious man and puppetry gun separate themselves
And stop building citadels of skeletons on debris?

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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