The olive leaves were split apart
to be torn and torn, brutally

The pigeons of peace had flown away
to find their paradise

Finally, sighs of relief spread everywhere

but smiles of rejoice faded away

Broken houses were stuffed with widows and orphans

The bombs were still echoing in the streets

The people turned deaf with cries for help

Silence came back but peace never did

The broken cradles were making cries of emptiness

No one dared to walk on the roads of grief
and bones and flesh of soldiers

"Famine , famine " someone called out

"Survival of the fittest" the other called out

They strived hard and hard to live
but some were knocked down to death

Diseases spread like forest fire
and scarcity of water pierced their throats

The cry for survival was unheard by God
as the Almighty turned out to be helpless

Who has won?
Who has won?

This blood thirsty war of loss and loss...