The drums of war beat loud and clear,
In fields where shadows dance with fear.
The cries of men, the clash of steel,
Echo through valleys, wounds to heal.

The skies turn red with the dawn of rage,
As history writes another page.
The fallen rest in silent rows,
Their stories lost, nobody knows.

Mothers weep and children hide,
The pain of loss they can’t abide.
A world in turmoil, hearts in pain,
A vicious cycle, war’s cruel chain.

Yet hope remains in whispered winds,
A dream of peace where love begins.
For every battle, a chance to mend,
To break the cycle, and find the end.