Prisoner Of War Poem by shotayo kehinde

Bullets flying in the air.
And explosives raining.
Lovers of war, bloody soldiers
Their feet are swift to shed blood

They say they fight for us.
The echo of their bombs, smoke of their guns;
Has made my children deaf and sick.
Their weapons plague us as if the gods are angry at us.

They call us bloody civilian;
Who is bloody among us?
We are the casualties;
We suffer the losses of the war they fight.

My farm is ruined, families dead, Properties gone.
Lovers of war, bloody soldiers; must you fight?
Will you return all I have lost?
When will war end?