Earth..? ((war poem. TW. dark.))

A world once so bright, and full of light.
Blown out with a fright – it didn't even put up a fight.

It cried out, as its habitants fought,
And yet, not a soul to hear or give it a thought.

The warnings ignored, the pleas unmet,
Humanity's course firmly set.

From fists, to axes, to swords to guns.
How did we get so far? – Within 3000 years, we left behind the ways of nobility...
To craft a weapon so cruel, so dire,
That it consumed the world in endless fire.

Where is God? His silence profound,
As ash and ruin blanket the ground.
Did He turn away? – His heart grown cold?
Or did He watch in sorrow, as the story is told?

Perhaps this was fate, from the very beginning,
A brother to a brother – driven by the lust of greed,
From Abel and Cain to the wars we waged,
The seeds of destruction carefully staged.

Was this our end, written in the stars?
A trail of blood and endless scars?

The world is ours, we have only one,
Yet we forged a path to eclipse the sun.

In Japan, the streets are marked by the white shadows of the past.
A constant reminder of what once was, forever there, never gone, never forgotten.
The ruins stand as silent screams,
A monument to shattered dreams.

Beneath the sky, so empty, vast,
The past is tied to the future, forever cast.

We did this once before, and look where it got us.
War after war,
Fighting for power, for land, for more.
The cycle repeats, the scars never heal,
A dance of destruction, no end to feel.

What have we gained? What have we won?
A broken world, all hope undone.
In the ashes, a question remains,
Was it worth the cost of all our pains?

How many more,
Sons and Daughters?
How many more,
Fathers and Mothers?

Green toy soldiers, march into battle, again and again,
From the hide of an animal and the fur on their back, they march with anger and strain,
To the silver sheets and helmets of nobles, they enter arenas with heads held high,
To men in green suits, hiding in the dirt, guns raised, eyes cold, ready to die.

A world once bright, now drowned in sorrow,
No peace in sight, only hope for tomorrow.
The cycle repeats, with no end in view,
How many more must fall, before we’re through?