In fields where silence once did reign,
Now echoes of despair remain.
The cries of men, the clash of steel,
A world torn by wounds that never heal.

The sky, once blue, now painted red,
With tears of those who mourn the dead.
The earth, it trembles, soaked in blood,
As war’s dark shadows birth a flood.

The hearts of men, once filled with light,
Now hardened by the endless fight.
The hope for peace, a distant dream,
Lost in war’s relentless stream.

Yet in the ruins, a seed is sown,
A whisper that peace may be known.
For even in the darkest night,
The dawn brings forth a new day’s light.