No More War

No More War Marching boots echo no birds sing in the shattered valleys. Children’s toys buried beneath the smoking ruins where are they ? Flags wave in triumph, but mothers get folded notes instead of sons. Steel birds above us drop fire with no memory earth weeps sorrowfully A soldier's last breath drifts with dust into the wind nameless in the dark. . No victor remains when the fields are filled with blood only ghosts rejoice. Old men talk of pride, But young men vanish into mud history forgets and forget Rain falls on helmets, drowning cries beneath the mud the war will never end. In a child’s drawing, the sun bleeds behind barbed wire innocence erased forever The earth spins once more — blossoms rise from ash and bone, whispering, “No more.”