Amidst the thunder of clashing swords,
Echoes of cries fill the nightâs cold air.
Brother turns on brother, with no regard,
For what tomorrow may bring to bear.
Fires rage, consuming fields once green,
Smoke ascends to blot the sky.
The earth soaks up the red unseen,
As mothers and children weep and sigh.
Yet in the distance, a dove takes flight,
Through the chaos, it finds its way.
A symbol of hope, in darkest night,
Promising a brighter day.
When the cannons cease their roar,
And silence falls upon the land,
Weâll rebuild what was before,
With hearts united, hand in hand.