Every Soul cries
Hearing a mother's grieves
Over losing her daughter
Because of an evil slaughter.
In an injustice world
Will she be heard?
Every Soul pities
For a Widow's tears
Mourning for her love
In the field of foes.
In an injustice land
Neither Will they concede?
Nor the Lord of War
Has his death near?
YOU ARE READING
World Wars
Thơ caI wrote this poem pointing out the injustice of Wars and Murders around the world. I want it to be short and sweet. Hope you all enjoy it. ❤️
