To those without Hope

Small, hungry children waiting on their food.

And yet patience will not help stop the feud.

The fields remain barren- no sign of life.

Livestock needed for meat, meet owners' knife.

The cause of this madness all due to war.

No prejudice affecting rich or poor,

adult or infant, ill or well. Despair

fills every street. Hope vanished. Life unfair.

 

However, cities fall and are rebuilt.

Flesh wounds but later heals. The sword's steel hilt

eventually stops being lifted.

Believe, the present can still be shifted.

With others' aid arrives a hopeful gift.

The soldiers flock in, ready to assist.

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