The red shades of the setting Sun, Filled the sky with hope, And sorrow as well. Irony.
It was the end. The world's second great war. The soldiers left the tiny village, After three weeks of bombing, Firing, killing And spilling blood.
A man looks into the sky, Homeless, empty inside. No feelings, no emotions, No hope. Just a man staring at the sky, Waiting to die. With nothing left to live for, He walks. His destination, unknown. He walks and walks, Until his last breath.
The war took everything from him, His home, family, friends, Everyone he knew And everything he had. Many seem to have lost their loved ones. And many like him, Had nothing to live for.
A girl, seven years old, Sits beside a dog. Her body charred, The dog mourns. It seems the girl is dead. She must have been near a grenade.
The dog didn't seem to leave her. He sits beside her. He mourns his master. A faithful dog indeed.
Corpses everywhere. No food, no water. With no one to rescue them, The living were forced to feed on the dead. What a horrible sight! The dog yet mourns. He does not eat. He becomes a prey to the rest. What a faithful dog. A man's best friend, So true, so pure.
Millions dead around the world.
Why? Because greed took the upper hand.
Love was defeated. And yet it continues to grow. The war still goes on. Though it cannot be seen, The war goes on inside a man's heart.
Who will win this time, I wonder? Greed or Love?