Two dreams vaporized into dust,
Two nations displayed cold eyed lust.
Two kids played in the sand that day,
Two nations; for war; cleared the way.
Bang bang, boom boom, rose the voice,
Civilian targets weren’t supposed to be the choice.
One died, the other alive but lost in a haze,
Two leaders, lost in a money minded middle age.
They took him to a hospital;
Bandaged his wound,
They told the boy to hope,
Hope for a better day.
But tell me what use is hope,
When that lonely boy looks for his mate?
Hardcore reality, i like the opposing sides and the flow. Keep up the writing Soul
War is and always will be a terrible thing, sometimes its necessary, but it will always be avoidable. Well written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well focussed on your theme, thank you for sharing.