Stop This war

Stop the War Stop the war — we cry to every sky, Where smoke replaces stars and children die. From Gaza’s grief to Iran’s silent screams, The world is choking on abandoned dreams. O Israel, lay down your wrathful hand, No justice blooms in blood-soaked sand. No future rises on a shattered wall, When vengeance is the only call. And you, O powers that in Iran stand tall, Do not let pride become your fatal fall. The missiles rise, but peace lies torn apart— What victory comes from a broken heart? Two ancient lands with holy soil beneath, Now cradle only sorrow, loss, and grief. Who profits when the innocent are slain? What god is served by suffering and pain? The bombs don’t care whose name you speak, They only burn the strong and kill the weak. Enough of war, of graves, of endless night— We plead for ceasefire, not just for might. Let every mother’s tears be not in vain. Let every soul rise up against the pain. Stop the war, before we all are lost— There’s no true triumph worth this cost.