In fields once green, now stained with red, Where silent whispers mourn the dead, The sky, once blue, turns dark with fear— War’s cruel hand is always near. The thunder roars, the bombs descend, No wounds of flesh can truly mend, For hearts are broken, hopes undone, In war, no one is truly won. Children weep with empty eyes, Homes reduced to ash and lies, Voices lost in endless night, Dreams consumed by endless fight. What honor lies in pain and loss? In shattered lives, what’s the true cost? Let peace arise, let hatred cease- End war’s cruel march, embrace release.
based on Shakespeare me <33 ( i am sobbing while writing this, LET THE WORLD SEE THIS ) ml i am so sorry about the war and if it's affecting you the war will be over and soon peace will come ily.
