A single bomb falls A lone church bell cries out A girl crushed beneath a wall The war like a hundred round bout Look upon the ruined street The houses crumbled Glass scratches at an old man’s feet The world is a jumble The sky is black Yet the sun burns bright One more attack Why does man choose to fight? Blood like a river Flows through the streets It causes these simple people quiver What fate shall they meet? Night falls And the lone bell dies out A mother shouts And here they stand and here it ends as it begins once again
Reason for writing:
For all those who have experienced the horrors and pain of war.
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