Conflict. Suffering. Misery. Despair.
What did we do for this sorrow that we bare?
Humanity fighting and roads ablaze,
People in their homes, counting the days.
Families torn apart, thrown into dejection,
Everyone lost with no direction.
Souls filled with heavy melancholy,
As poverty and starvation struck
wishing it could not be more folly
And realizing that this was all rotten luck
They knew this would cause genocide,
Watching greif, as people died,
Forced to flee from their home,
To find peace, faraway they roam
Guns firing, bombs bursting,
Freedom and refuge, was what they all were thirsting.
Some’s eyes blinded, by the desire for revenge
Some hearts torn, and seek to avenge
What was common in others, was only hope
Even though, life felt shuffled, like in a kaleidoscope
They deserve better,
They deserve peace