One morning, you wake up
you see smoke in the sky.
Sound of cries, it creeps up
the warplanes flying by.
The gunshots, it shakes up
you hoping not to die.
Oh no, the song of war’s been sung,
the times of chaos have now begun.
The explosions like a bursting sun,
the world slowly losing all its fun.
The fear, it fills,
soldier with a knife.
The peace, it kills,
you praying for your life.
The leaders, and their thrills,
never cease from a strife.
Felt lost, in sadness
bodies lying all around.
The innocent, left homeless,
houses burnt to the ground.
The children, left hapless,
families yet to be found.
Wrap up, the war’s been finally won.
nations have lost out on their space.
There’s no more warpaint on our face.
Our world’s been left an empty place.