War

War, the bitter fruit of human strife,

A curse that plagues our troubled life.

A savage dance of death and pain,

A horror that we cannot contain.

The drums of war beat loud and strong,

As nations march to right their wrongs.

The cannons roar and the guns blaze,

As armies clash in bloody haze.

The fields turn red with blood and gore,

As soldiers fall and die in war.

Families weep for loved ones lost,

And mourn the price that freedom cost.

The scars of war run deep and wide,

As generations suffer and abide.

The wounds of hate and fear don't heal,

As long as war remains our zeal.

So let us seek the path of peace,

And let our conflicts finally cease.

Let us embrace a brighter dawn,

And leave behind the wars we've spawned.