After the War
A life that the many once lived,
Where their freedom was deprived.
A war that those in power contrived,
Where only a few have survived.
How can those who remain,
Forget all the trauma and pain.
For those left, how can one explain
That serenity, no one can now obtain.
How can their lives ever start a new
And enjoy the peace that they are due,
When even in sleep the nightmares grew.
Gone are the happy days they once knew.
The war may have very well ended.
The casualties may have been unintended;
Yet there was no mercy that was extended
By those whose conscience had been bended.
The blood of those lives that were taken,
The lives of those remain that were shaken;
To a past of tragedy they have been forsaken,
Yet their hopes and faith had been awaken.
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