In the countries where chaos thrives, and anger brews,
A symphony of conflict, where nations choose
To dance upon the stage of destiny's decree,
Could possible reveal a chapter, of World War three.
Terrorist come in on the morning light
Killing woman, men and children
Laughing with delight
From distant lands, the drums of war resound,
Echoing through valleys, shaking the ground,
Weapons of bombs igniting the night,
A tragic ballet, a dance of dark fright
The skies, once serene, now painted with red,
As fiery bombs rain upon hearts that bled,
Innocence shattered, dreams turned to ash,
A world in sorrow, as we feel the backlash.
Brother against brother, the battle lines drawn,
In this cruel theater, where hope is withdrawn,
Where love's tender touch is lost in the fray,
And compassion's whispers are silenced, they say.
Yet amidst the chaos, a flicker of light,
A beacon of unity, shining so bright,
For in the hearts of many, a desire to mend,
To heal the wounds inflicted, to transcend.
Let us not succumb to this tragic fate,
But rise above the darkness, before it's too late,
There's a possibility we hold the key,
To rewrite the narrative
Hope and pray there's
no World War 3
©
K