Today our nature is in sorrow,
Bombing nations,
making enemies of the innocent,
Committing the gravest sin of all,
Homicide.
Taking lives of innocent souls,
The cries of the mother who lost her child,
The faint heart of the wife waiting for her husband,
The innocent child who has no clue he is now an orphan.
The citizens of the invaders feel the guilt,
Whilst the invaded has suffered thee loss,
Our land is suffering,
So are our hearts,
There is no beauty in loss of life.
The blood of those who have not hurt,
Is on the hands of the instigator,
Humans aren't called on to hurt their own kind,
Humans are the beautiful creatures,
The one who wants nothing but peace.
I plea for the voice of those lost and live,
I plea for the hearts to heal,
I plea for your prayers to be fulfilled,
I plea for your soul,
I plea for this war to end.
YOU ARE READING
Wind is Lost
PoetryMy feelings are being written, the poems short and long, rhyming or not. A smile or a tear may drop, but I am stills lost.
