War Zone

This war we intend to fight, 

you see not the downcast caused by it?

With screeching throats and bellowing weapons, 

women and children no longer weep cobalt oceans

but a flood of crimson instead. 

Time to cast the calamity aside, 

for I reach my hands out for my saviour. 

Hold me close, don't leave me to slip away from your insulation. 

My mother is your mother, 

we bleed the same colour and so mercy; 

the courage of the fragile is no weakness

but vigour few understand and most underestimate. 

Neglect my pleading and my saviour shall show you non of the mercy I fight for, 

stand by me and we shall rise above the ashes.