Scars of War
Scars of war
Children learn silence,
Before they learn words.
Their skies are painted with terror,
Rather than flying birds.
Borders painted with blood,
No map can erase.
Once shared land,
Now share a hateful gaze.
One hand destroys,
Thousand hands mourn.
In competition for power,
The innocent are torn.
The violence, the terror,
The dread, the demise.
The world, once a haven,
Now hell in disguise.
The innocent perish,
Their stories deprive.
While the people in power,
Grow stronger, survive.
Those hungry for power,
Fight and debate.
While the innocents struggle,
Against their fate.
Mothers weeping,
Wailing for their sons.
Who are fighting for their lives,
Amidst bloodshed and guns.
What once was a place,
With peace and blooms.
Is now reduced,
To a valley of dooms.
People once alive,
With stories to tell.
Now lie dead,
Bodies starting to smell.
That one friendly neighbourhood,
Where love filled the homes.
Seems to be lost somewhere,
In the huge pile of bones.
Fight for authority,
For power play.
Where innocents suffer,
For silence, they pray.
Over is the war,
Where one has lost.
One has victory,
But at what cost?
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