Plight of War

Still streets, whom to admonish Many dreams, yet to fulfill, It takes time to establish, But world came to a standstill.


We gain Nothing in war But, pain.    Cold blood Flows freely like A flood.    Cries fill,  The air so cold, And chill.   Photo by Hasan Almasi on Unsplash

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