On killing fields

Mines that had been planted
Under the upper layer
Of the crust,
They could burst
Anyday

Killing fields
had made foray
Into homes
nowadays

They come not
with crops
For crops had
Become wealth of the rich

They come in different
garbs
Bayonets have become obsolete

Iron pellets are now bred
Mercilessly

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