In the theatre of strife, a tragic play,
Where dreams of peace, in ashes lay.
The drums of war beat an ominous sound,
Leaving scars on earth, deep and profound.

A symphony of sorrow, a chorus of pain,
As nations clash, hopes wane.
Beneath the smoke, where hatred breeds,
Lies a graveyard of empathy, choked by weeds.

Soldiers, pawns in a power game,
Their lives, mere fuel to the flames.
Families shattered, hearts torn asunder,
In the cruel grasp of war’s thunder.

The spoils of battle, a hollow gain,
As humanity weeps, in silent disdain.
For war knows no victor, no righteous end,
Only broken souls, wounds that never mend.