Power that comes in a madman's hand,
Grabs the poorest people's land.
History returns, a cycle unkind,
Drowning voices, breaking the mind.
Missiles and jetss become priority,
Leaving people's lives in pity.
Devils are plotting secret revenge,
Yet another war in grinch.
Shadows stretch where hope once shone,
The cries of justice fade to stone.
Yet whispers rise in broken streets,
A spark remains where courage meets.
The cannons will roar, the sirens will wail,
History will repeat its sorrowful tale.
Children whisper through the night,
Hiding souls from the flames' cruel bite.
You have no choice but to live in this world,
Put your dreams and hopes on hold.
Charming friends and neighbors told,
“You are crazy—still not old.”
The planet aligns in a silent parade,
A cosmic whisper, a fate long laid.
The stars blink twice, then dim in shame,
Giving a sign—the war starts again.
Footsteps echo on streets once bright,
Shadows dance in the absence of light.
What was once a dream now fades,
Lost in the march of war’s cruel blades.
But somewhere beneath the smoking sky,
A heart still beats, refusing to die.
For even in chaos, hope can remain,
A spark of peace in a world of pain.
The dark grows deep behind the mass
Shadows that spread without ask
The day will come and shadow will go
It will come back again that cruel shadow.
Sikaran
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