Poem about war (1)

War, a tempest of fury, a storm of pain,

Raging across lands, bringing nothing but shame.

It tears families apart, leaves homes in ruins,

And leaves behind a legacy of loss and grieving.

It's a symphony of violence, a chorus of death,

A dance of destruction, with every breath.

It takes away lives, leaving wounds that won't heal,

And scars that last a lifetime, a pain that won't feel.

In the fields of battle, soldiers stand tall,

Fighting for freedom, for liberty for all.

But in the chaos of war, it's hard to tell,

Who are the heroes, who are the villains of hell.

For every victory, there's a cost to pay,

Every triumph, a memory that won't fade away.

And when the war is over, and the smoke clears,

All that remains, are the memories of tears.

So let us strive for peace, in every land,

And put an end to war, with a loving hand.

For war is not the answer, to solve our strife,

But only leads to more pain, and a life without light.

For in the end, it's not about who wins the fight,

But about the lives lost, in the endless night.

So let us choose love, over hate and fear,

And create a world, where war is no longer near.