" Poem against War

Bonfires burn brightly
”I see what you don’t see”
Deathly pale rattles the sky.
The children have grown old;
Their voices speak of the war –
Your dreams are like land mines,
One slip, and the game is over.
In search of the olive branch,
A dove appears in the waters of hatred.
”Scorched Wing”
No hope is dawning in the sky. "

― , The Seven Deadly Sins