Metanoia

The howl of the grieving of the once blue sky
Beneath lots of dead bodies pile
Burn by the scattered fire, no one is safe
Children even old cry
Watching the missile goes by
Some searching their beloved
Helping others is a choice
While selfish people don't care to hear
The pleas that fills the air
Just to save their own life although not fair
Because of their fear, could not even stare

Exchanging of attacks was unending
Both parties never gave up
Fighting against each other
Two race can never rule together
Blood keeps on spilling on the ground
There is no end 'til one remains standing
The strong against the weak
Which side will win?
Which side will flee?
Who will be the ruler?
And the one being ruled over?