This one is a bit different from my other poems as this isn't based on my personal experience but they are my views nevertheless and as close to me as my other poems.
Battered, burnt, bruised, dead…..
Without a fault blown to shreds,
Thats the reality of a bloody war,
What exactly do we fight for?
Isn’t peace better than commotion?
Isn’t preserving better than destruction?
Isn’t love better than hate?
Is it so tough to open heart’s gates?
Souls ripped apart, families torn to shreds,
Young lives cut short, life constantly under threat,
Thats not what its supposed to be,
Lets make the world what its meant to be!
