Victims Of War Poem by Daya Nandan

There is no peace upon my skies,
No sight that brings joy to my eyes,
Just cyclones and storms raging within,
For the chaos left behind from their evil sin,

All that is left is an infinite amount of wasteland,
Poor victims of war who can barely stand,
Mothers widowed, Fathers dead,
A once joyful land now covered in red,

Dead bodies lie among the blood filled streets,
Hearts of the once living that have lost their beats,
There is no peace, only suffering of innocent souls,
Caused by power lusting fools chasing their goals,

Egoistic tyrants that are possessed with greed,
Puppets of their madness that will never be freed,
They are consumed by greed, they have lost their mind,
A path away from hell's gates they shall never find,

So many of my friends lie in their own blood dead,
Many mutilated, some lie without their head,
It hurts so much, it wells up tears in each eye,
As i helplessly hide myself while watching innocents die.