Author: Pragya
Standing motionless and still, scathed with countless wounds
Carved not only on their bodies but into their souls forever,
And millions lay on the death bed, a river of blood surrounds
The empress of death sauntered the lands, lying in pain whoever.
Some struggling to get up, their knees trembling with not only pain but fear
Of the loss that beheld them then, as everything faded into dust and dirt
Others caught in a catatonic stupor, couldn’t handle a situation too severe
Children crying endlessly into this terrible night, none left unhurt
Was the destruction, the suffering and the soul-wrenching agony and affliction
Worth the desire to prove who’s better,
Were the myriad lives that were taken and the myriad haunted nights to come
Worth the desire to prove who’s superior
The bitter truth of the story was
In a war not between nations or kingdoms
But between catastrophe and humanity
Catastrophe triumphed and humanity lost.
Speechless. This is superb
Thank you so much