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.”
Copyright © Susantha Herath | Year Posted 2025
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