To WHOM will we blame the WAR?

As shrapnel scatter like confetti in th air
As it reaches to every skin it touches
It buries itself
Like a cross stabbed on the ground
Reminding every people
That they mean to conquer the land
As its booming sound travels in the air
Like thunder clap
Damaging every eardrum it touches,
Blood falls like rainstorm.
As the sound of sirens of ambulance
Arrive little by little,
Screams of pain,
Misery,
Panic,
And death echoes
Like a beautiful symphony of nightmare
Of pain,
Of misery,
Of horror,
Of savagery,
And of death
To whom will we blame the war?
Which create horror,
Nightmare,
Misery,
And death
To whom will we blame the war?
The death?
The savagery?
Will we blame its creator?
Or the creators great master?