How fair, how far you fought, warmongers in the name of peacemaker?

First, second, how many wars, how many words of wars, froth at the mouth of power play?

Hello! Confused hacker, up in arms, seek wonder not in warpath that forage hay.

Memories are ministry of affairs;

foreign and domestic,every year, re-appear,

We fight everyday to end wars, yet peace rings untrue,

yet peace ring the blues,

We are not giant thing, say wars are not true, a gamble sly;

Where are all seven samurais, sword fly?

War cry of Seven Japanese Military and other Leaders, horrid War Crimes;

A peace march, merge into sudden peace and quiet, pour a poetry in peace time,

1948 yet till date memories of wars wakes up peace lovers;

Void in voices of aftermath World War,

Thousands of people in Europe and Asia were sent up the river;

war crimes, wailer chimes,

Yet, the sagas,a march past, of fearless far cry, a chance, a war dance;

Dead march, dictates Douglas to 28 high ranking leaders,

Hideki Tojo, was the prime minister of Japan.

What plagued rattled reasoning, MacArthur?

Why you didn't let the world see, that arrogant art of war, clicked in selfie?

We have smartphones today, updates of war crimes are scary,

O, the great wishes of Harry!

How true you were as a man?

— History hangs, in the air. History flaps it clipped wings.

History airdrops.

Air raids of airy hopes,

over and out but hopes hovers,

Let me be your lover, over the moon, over the water;

Yet, a plea maketh love not war.