Who's Won?

The shivering buildings come crashing down,
The commoners stripped of sheltering gowns,
The fortunate die...the maimed unfortunate cry,
Only a silent questioning ripple remains...Why?

Crimson rivers flow across dilapidated roads,
The fatigued refugees carry departing loads,
The fire brigade's burning...the ambulances- dead,
Only a dampening feeling pervades...eternal dread.

Colourful birds hang in the backdrop of black skies,
The truth of exploding minds screened by silent lies,
The bustling city's ruined...the towering grounds -lost,
Only a chilly fragrance in air prevails...a terminal frost.

Crippled children stare blankly at dusty horizons,
The crowded marketplaces, now, eerie and wizen,
The mutilated soldiers return to their voiceless haven,
Only a paralytic nostalgia abounds...a bygone heaven.

Guarded men in suits rejoice...some stare in gloom,
The war's won and lost, signed formally in closed rooms,
The swan songs sung...the day inked in red...history,
Who's won?...the innocents in that nameless cemetery??