In fields where silence used to grow, 
Now echoes thunder, sorrow’s throw. 
The sky, once blue, now weeps with fire, 
Dreams drown beneath the ash and mire. 

Steel meets flesh in senseless rage, 
A cruel script on history’s page. 
No victor’s song, no glory’s name, 
Just nameless graves and endless shame. 

Why spill the blood of those unknown? 
For borders drawn on fragile stone? 
The earth cries out, yet none reply, 
As mothers ask the silent sky. 

Ashes to ashes, dust to air, 
What’s left behind? Just hollow stares. 
A lesson lost, a cost so deep— 
The price of war, the world must weep.