IN WAR, IN LOVE(2)

IN WAR, IN LOVE (2)

I write of children raised by guns,

With absent fathers and motherly puns.

I write with heaviness of heart,

With sorrow and with my lips cracked.

I write of homes turned battleground,

Of lush forests turned desert land.

I write of huts hit by missiles,

Of danger, woe and countless turnstiles.

I write of pictures whose colours bleed,

Of oath sworn men reciting the creed.

I write of letters sent across miles,

Of the writer's scars festered by lice.

I write of men with innocence at nil,

Of numerous bullets fired at no one's will.

I write of men dead and some living,

Of the countless chances we get in breathing.

I write of the love we often decry,

Of the times we hurt ourselves and lie.

I write of life's struggles and cares,

Of the heart, love, and its many tears.

© Khrystalz