VICTORY OR FAILURE

* I got editorial's choice award for this poem :)
The bells of triumph clangor,
the exuberant poignant trumpets resound in escalating rhapsody,
the exulted bugles in vainglory stand head held high
at the bequest of this aspired legacy,
by valiant predecessors,
the drums ricochet the vibrant plumage of jubilation in the realm of victory
the crowd cheers in throes of quivery emotions,waves of tremor,pulsating resonance heard in auscultation,
BUT mother lies,frazzled ,bewildered, at the inferno of bloody massacre,
she extemporizes twaddle for her dead sons,laments for massacre
as she buries them in her dark womb of mortality,
she sits in miasma of grief as she lights the corpse candle and in the stillness of enthralling peace pays floral tribute to her sons
BARRAGE of questions strike hot
when will hot hatred stop changing the serene valley into ashes of pensive autocalypse,
when will the vindictive avarice pause pitching fatal its fatal strike,
when will savageness stop engulfing thousands of life,when will avalanche be basked by son's rays
and not smothered with surging blood,
NO answer comes from her sons engrossed in pestilence,
while seeing assail rendered null and void,HATRED
scoffs in air of victory
and will forever for subliming time till immortality