Chronicles of War

a poem by Axl_izzy_duff_slash

What I see,
What I see is a gathering of black masses,
Bodies burning in red ashes,
Over the hill the church is in ruins,
It’s a seen of evil doings.

It’s a place full of sorrows,
Watch them gnawing fear in their heads,
I guess it’s the same,
Wherever you may go.

Having no faith in god,
And you know you are going to die,
Guns and rockets squealing all over the world,
The whole world turns into a bloody battle of blood,
And what I see are clouds of hatred,
Oh lord!!!!! Why can’t you stop it.

Hunger changes to starvation,
Famine leads the way to deterioration,
Men see no hurdles in path of destruction,
Oh lord!!!! Why don’t you stop this aggravation.

Death comes out as a champion,
Life is no longer our companion,
The world changes into a graveyard of dead masses,
Bodies continue to burn in red ashes,

Peace seems to be a distant dream,
What I hear is people scream,
In awe of their promised lands,
They hope others to wreck,
Oh lord!!! Why can’t you stop this unforgiving trek.

There are no winners,
There are no losers,
There are no sinners,
Just plain god dammed survivors,
In this reservoir of bloodbath!!!!!