The Bloodshed

I'm sick and scared,
alone and spared,
The bombing sounds
alarm me.
And oh, see! what a dreaded scene,
I just heard a grenade trigger,
there come the blazing fumes,
burning red and hot.

The sky is dusky,
those clear blues are gone,
a whiff has taken over,
landscape's peaceful dawn.

What a lovely land,
my country once used to be
the war has brought,
nothing but wrecking and weep!

I wonder, is not all this belongs to god?
the lands, the summits,
the rivers and the seas,
the heavens above are his,
and so is the breeze!
But all I can hear are these funereal sounds,
the children are being beaten, and women hound.
The blood-soaked roads,
are screeching the recitals,
Such a terrible sight is in around!

No one wins a war,
only the hatred wins,
the humanity dies,
and peace gets buried within!
a shadow of dismal,
takes over the immortal's sky,
all mourn, deeply grieve and sigh!