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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A child sleeps like a fragile blossom nestled in her mother’s arms, soft breaths humming lullabies to a world shattered by silence and fear, But dawn is a thief. The mother wakes to emptiness, her hand grasping nothing but a shadow, her daughter’s head severed like a fallen star plucked from the sky of her dreams. Far beyond, in glass towers veiled by smoke, Men sharpen knives in hushed silence political thugs draped in power, their hearts ironclad, unyielding, while rivers of blood flow cold beneath their feet. The sky filled with cruel fireworks, explosions of pain, a deadly spectacle for those who love war’s theatre, seated before glowing screens, sipping wealth’s poisoned wine. War is an endless storm of cracked earth and broken souls, where bombs bloom like poisonous flowers, and hope withers, crushed in ash and dust. The streets echo with ghosts the ordinary, forgotten mothers cradling only silence, fathers clutching shattered hands, children falling like wilted petals, never tasting the dawn’s gentle light. To the rulers, blood is just currency, a ledger entry, a faceless statistic. But for those who live it, It is fire and flood, grief carved deep into flesh, the slow drowning of humanity’s light. And the world, that turns its face away, deaf to the cries that spill like rivers through cracked walls, letting cruelty sow terror in the garden of innocence. When did love become a stranger? When did a mother’s heartbeat become just another casualty, Lost in the endless war of shadows and steel? This war is a silent assassin of dreams, where the true victims are never counted, only mourned in broken murmurs, in sleepless nights where no blossom sleeps safely anymore.
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