The Aftermath of War

The battlefield is silent at last,  

But echoes of war still haunt the past.  

Ruins stand where homes once lay,  

Memories of love now washed away.  

Smoke still lingers in the air,  

A reminder of pain too great to bear.  

The land is scarred, the rivers red,  

A graveyard for the countless dead.  

Mothers weep for sons now gone,  

Fathers mourn from dusk till dawn.  

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Orphans wander, lost and cold,  

With stories of sorrow left untold.  

Their tiny hands reach for aid in vain,  

Faces etched with hunger and pain.  

Through shattered streets, they roam alone,  

Seeking shelter in ruins of stone.  

No guiding voice, no warm embrace,  

Only shadows in a forgotten place.  

Some are forced to steal to survive,  

While others fight just to stay alive.  

Their laughter fades, their childhood dies,  

Replaced by silence and weary eyes.  

Yet amidst despair, a flicker remains,  

A hope that peace will break these chains.  

Can we not learn from what has passed,  

And make this war our very last?  

War...