Category : Poems

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The sky bleeds fire, a canvas torn and red,
Where once the sun shone, now only death is bred.
The earth, a grave, churns with a bitter sigh,
As shattered dreams and broken bodies lie.
A symphony of screams, a chorus of despair,
Echoes through the smoke-filled, poisoned air.
Young faces, etched with terror, old with pain,
Reflect the madness, the unending rain.
Of shrapnel's kiss and bullets' cruel embrace,
Leaving behind an empty, hollow space.
Where laughter bloomed, now silence reigns supreme,
A testament to life's most fragile dream.
The stench of death, a cloying, thick perfume,
Permeates the battlefield, a living tomb.
No heroes here, just victims of the fight,
Lost in the darkness of an endless night.
For glory's call is but a siren's song,
Leading young souls where they don't belong.
To fields of blood, where innocence is lost,
And futures wither at a brutal cost.
So let the cannons roar and trumpets blare,
A hollow victory, a burden hard to bear.
For in the ashes of this fiery hell,
The true cost of war, the stories it can tell,
Will haunt the living, long after the guns are still,
A scar upon the world, an unforgotten chill.