My Fallen Nation
It was when I woke up to the sound of a bomb that made me realise
That the blood red sun dawned upon us and the war had begun,
I remember the reckoning shouts of a rifle gun,
And the painful sound of toppled houses and families' cries.
A crimson blanket covers the skies, complementing the smokey grey,
While on the ground, a painful scene of ambulances being bombarded,
And the killing of infants and children; innocent and good-hearted,
One child screamed, "No, this can't be happening to me! Not today!".
I ran away from the bombs and guns, one target in mind: to survive,
Around me, there were crushed buildings and flying scraps of metal,
Our country was falling, like a crimson rose's dying petal,
I watched back as our nation fell, weak and unalive.
So my dear reader, do you condemn this monstrosity of an action?
Or do you sit stoic yet entertained by our struggles and hardship?
How long will we hold on in this war when we are quickly losing our grip?
Save humanity for the sake of the world's unstable satisfaction.
