A Future

Forts, garrisons, the old memories Memories of the past through the old forts Here the remains of conquest, killing sprees Where humans acted in such brutal ways For power, kingdom, subjugation Forming territories, as their own Fixing the boundaries, providing security The world of conflicts of earlier eras Every old brick seems to be red Every stone seems to be crying of old memory The world of conquests, kingdoms The poor humans ever in tragic states They got better freedom in modern times With hopes they tries to make a living Still they are not let in peace Only expect better future in good ways.