The world once trembled, skies turned gray,
As nations marched toward dismay.
The cannons roared, the bullets flew,
And innocence was lost from view.
A world on fire, hope burnt thin,
The wars that scarred both land and skin.
Men left as boys with flags held high,
But came back ghosts with empty eyes.
The fields of mud, the skies of ash,
Where dreams lay buried in a flash.
A silence followed every blast,
A peace too fragile, too quick to last.
In crowded trenches, hearts grew cold,
But whispered prayers, still faint, still bold.
For even in that darkest hour,
The will to rise showed human power.
The wars are gone, but echoes stay,
In every breath we take today.
A lesson carved in stone and bone—
That peace is never fully known.
AN: I had my History exam on this so I thought this would make me understand.
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PuisiThese poems were written in moments of boredom, heartbreak, loneliness, joy, sorrow, grief, and excitement-each one a reflection of how I felt in those times. I hope they resonate with you. Writing has always been my way of expressing the thoughts a...
