The War

An invisible black hiatus of sadness, An eerie silence as an immense void, No beacon of hope in this sad badness, Hate leaving many spaces destroyed, Bloody war taking up too much space, Victims stumbling on a rocky path of life, Curving fates shyly lifting with sad grace, Quantum love trying to dissipate the strife, Cold Death keeping the ideology of war, Winners covering themselves with glory, Dramatic consequences trying to ignore, Their thinking becoming increasingly gory. Poem by Marieta Maglas