THE IRONY OF WAR

War is the times of silence at home;
But loud thundering storms at frontlines.
It's the days of youngmen dying;
But the hours of old men talking.
It's the times of poormen becomes poorer;
But the richmen becomes richer.
Widows sent their only son for battlefields;
But the affluents sent their sons abroad.
The have-nots guarded their country dedicatedly;
But the haves crossed the borders for better life.
The destitutes could affords only a single meal;
But the affluents hosts luxury party every night.
It's the times when poorman lost his son in battles;
But the richman made marrying his son lavishly.