Flowers That Died In Wane

The thunder crackled like a hound in pain, And the air was filled with misty grains, Some evil spirit had stepped on their gardens, Breaking the flowers that died in wane The people were lying in the bony arms of terror, The sky was filled with screeching clatter, There was no one to save the innocent cradles They bled to death and their homes were shattered The cherished land became a bleeding ground, For those who were dead and those still abound, They longed to see the flags of green, But their cries of help were brutally drowned Their eyes were shadowed with tears so red, They couldn't look back and wouldn't move ahead, The sky was screaming with thousands of souls While their possessors were simply lying beneath dead The smoky greys had turned them blue, Their hopes had dashed and hearts became crude The leaders ensured the safety of every ant, Those promises and oaths, Were they all actually true? They waited until their breaths were to last, And then they heard yet another blast, The bombs fall out of sky like droplets of rain, The destruction spread like a drought over grass The children mourned for those they lost, And mothers and widows dropped tears as a cost- For nothing they had done to harm someone else, But the hearts of enemies were all but frost The light of the day had become a mystery, But then someone came for the sake of ancestry They were aided and taken to a safer haven, But bloodshed and war was still their history A ray of hope were they trying to find, A meaning of life, after their minds got blind, They sowed the flowers again in their gardens, To grow a more stable and civilized mankind