Utopia Of War Poem by Mohammad Yousef

By Mohammad A.Yousef

In a quiet corner of the world,
where the sky wears a gentle smile,
children play, their laughter spiraling
like bright kites dancing
against a canvas of blue.
For a heartbeat, everything is still.

But beneath this peaceful glow,
where every stone tells a story,
the echoes of battles roar,
not in shouts of anger,
but in whispers of hope,
in dreams stitched together by silent prayers.

Here, warriors sleep,
their armor covered in dust,
once glinting in the harsh sun;
now it fades, tarnished like old coins
slipping through fingers that
once felt the weight of fire and metal.

Look closer:
there are no dragons to slay
nor monsters in the dark.
In the shards of shattered glass,
we find flowers sprouting—
Petals of resilience holding on tight
in a world painted with scars.

The streets are lined with memories,
each step we take holds a story,
each smile a remedy for pain.
This is a Utopia born of ashes,
where roots of understanding reach deep,
entwined with the thirst for peace.

Milk and honey flow from battered
wells once filled with blood,
where voices unite, blending
their songs in harmony,
each note a bridge
over oceans of past hurt.

In this war zone turned garden,
the sun sets, coloring cries of the past
in hues of unity, as shadows grow long.
We learn that love is the strongest weapon,
one simple act can turn the tide,
as hearts rise, refusing to divide.

This Utopia of the war,
not perfect but real,
where each scar is a badge of survival.
Even through the wreckage, we find
the light of understanding,
and with it, the promise of tomorrow,
where even in lingering echoes,
rest is found, peace taken from the rubble.

So, let us gather, hand in hand,
beneath the open sky,
and talk about our dreams.
Let's write new chapters together,
in this shared story,
for what once splintered
can sing together again—
A ballad of wounds and strength,
a celebration of the heart's fierce will,
to turn war's ashes into shimmering gold.