In whispered tones that rise to roars, We build our walls with words like swords. A gentle touch can turn…
In the shadow of grand halls, where whispers turn to shouts, Ideologies clash like titans, casting doubts. From the left,…
In fields where whispers once sang soft, Now echoes of the past do roar, The ground stained red with dreams…
The drums of war beat loud and clear, In fields where shadows dance with fear. The cries of men, the…
In shadows cast by historyâs hand, Where echoes of turmoil softly land, Seamus Heaney’s pen does gently trace, The pain…
In the silent whisper of a waning moon, Lies a heart torn by shadows of doubt, Conflicted dreams in the…
The drums of war beat loud and clear, A symphony of sorrow, a melody of fear. Through smoky skies and…
Beneath the calm of twilight’s gaze, A storm brews with silent rage, Unseen by eyes, yet felt in waves, It…