There are no cries, no screams

Just scilence filled with desparate pleas

No release, no relief

Silent suffering for all eternity

Isn’t it so sad

The lack of divide

Between the good and the bad

Why isn’t the world mad

Knuckles bloody

Throats raw from shouts

Scars that won’t fade

What is this even about

A desolate waste

No mans place

No one around to hear

The suffering and fear

Rubble and ash

A war that continues to last

Creates a bloddy gash

Can’t go back to the past

Shouts fall on deaf ears

The media says we’re the ones to fear

If that’s true why are we the ones dying

We’re the ones dying, not the ones lying