The World in Ashes

The World in Ashes A crimson tide floods dawn's first light, Smoke curls upward, choking sight. The guns don't sleep, the stars don't shine, Children search for scraps, not time. Ash falls where blossoms used to bloom, Homes are rubble, streets a tomb. Steel birds shriek, and sirens cry, Yet none can answer—only die. Kings draw borders with lines of flame, But hunger knows no flag, no name. The earth, once green, now cracked and dry, Its rivers echo mothers’ cry. The sky grows darker every day, Peace, a dream that fades away. And in this storm of war and blight, We pray for one unbroken night.