The End of War

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.

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