Life and death

The countries may be yours,
the soil belongs to us.

The boundaries may be yours,
the earth belongs to us.

The struggle may be yours,
the rubble belongs to us.

The soldiers may be yours,
but the floods of blood,
the heartwrenching tears
that inundate the drowning world, belongs only to us.

You may speak of hatred.
Wars, weapons, guns, 
maybe your wealth;
we speak of peace, love,
we speak of life,
not of death.