Tala Ojjeh / 12
A vicious cycle of wars
and it has menacingly befallen you
from a daunting game that never ends
and you are one of the pawns used too.
An overbearing power descended
their tanks rolling onto your soil
and you prayed for hope, for eager help
yet you knew the world watched the turmoil.
In a moment’s thought, you knew you were alone
and the humanness you had once enjoyed
slowly oozed away like the blood
that was staining the earth with its life destroyed.
A burning war, yet you still struggle
grappling with fate in a shaky persistence.
A sky, smoky gray, from the rain of the shelling
as you sense the weight from the wearing resistance.
A gas of fear poisons your air
suffocating and sickening within its core
but sadly, through time, it become a norm
as you scramble for safety from the chaos of war.
And you resist, in the ruthless heat of war
you doubt but hope for the world to awaken.
Again, the world, entangled in games,
is silent, witnessing your cities be shaken.
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