Echoes of Strife

In the realm of war, where battles unfold,

A tale of strife, in words untold.

A symphony of sorrow, echoes in the air,

As soldiers march bravely, burdened with care.

Amidst the chaos, where hope is slain,

Men and women endure, in the fields of pain.

Bullets sing their deadly hymn,

And tears mingle with blood, as days grow dim.

Oh, war, relentless, your hunger prevails,

Leaving scars on hearts, like ancient tales.

Families shattered, dreams turned to dust,

In the wake of destruction, in war's unjust thrust.

Yet amidst the darkness, a flicker of light,

A longing for peace, to end the endless fight.

For in the hearts of those who suffer and mourn,

Resides a resilience, a hope newly born.

For in the face of war, we seek a way,

To build bridges of peace, to find a brighter day.

To mend the wounds, to heal the soul,

And rewrite the narrative, to make war's toll.

Let us remember, as the cannons roar,

The value of life, the pain we abhor.

For in the depths of our shared humanity,

Lies the seed of compassion, the key to unity.

So, let us strive, in words and in deeds,

To sow seeds of love, where war recedes.

To raise our voices against the drumbeat of strife,

And sculpt a world where peace is rife.