War Days
Gone past, are those of
best of days in vain;
The thought does surge,
me through the total pain;
Of once we're covered lands,
now stand Blood Rain;
Earth cries, in hopelessness,
as beauty slain;
To me you tell this,
waged War great, what gain?
Copyright © Veer Rathod | Year Posted 2020
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