World War 3

World War 3

In the shadow of a world, torn and tattered,

Lies the dream of peace, shattered and scattered.

The cries of the innocent, lost in the roar,

Of a world at war, once more.

Skies once blue, now a ghastly grey,

As the light of humanity fades away.

Brothers and sisters, in arms they stand,

Divided by lines drawn in the sand.

The earth trembles, the cities fall,

A child's cry goes unheard, through it all.

The world weeps, for the love that's lost,

As lives are counted, and lines are crossed.

No winners emerge, from the heartache and pain,

Only the silence, after the rain.

A world that yearned, for harmony's song,

Mourns the old times, when we all got along.

So here we stand, at the end of days,

In the aftermath, of our destructive ways.

A sad poem this is, for a future unclear,

A plea for peace, in the wake of World War 3's fear.