Sleepless nights
Days with fright
With each shell dropping
People dying
Mothers crying
Each side claiming that it is winning
But in the end what we have
Is nothing more than a cruel bloodbath
Lifeless bodies everywhere
About their families who cares?
Someone had been an only son
Someone had been a dad
Someone had been her knight in shining armor- iron clad
Someone had been the only earner
Someone had been an elder brother
Maybe somebody had been younger
Someone was a newly wed
Now all of them are clothed in red
In the end all of them are dead
The cowardly fled
Others’ blood shed
So in the end
People died
Mothers cried
The world was on fire
Burials. Funeral pyres.
We won! Says the sire
We won…
