Year after year

In a land where murder’s scent fills the air, Year after year, my heart knows no repair. Explosions echo here, there, and everywhere, As evil bombs unleash their deadly snare. People perish, homes collapse, and chaos thrives, No one steps forth to end these senseless lives. Violence plagues the nation, devoid of sense, A relentless cycle, tearing down our defense. Streets echo with cries of pain and strife, Citizens fall, victims of a cruel life. No peace in sight, only tears and dread, Fear’s shadow looms, casting hope aside. Families torn apart, lives left shattered, In a country where hope’s flame is battered. Will this cycle of death ever find release? Or shall the land remain hold down by unease? The future teeters on a fragile balance, As the nation resists impending malice. Yet amidst the darkness, a faint glimmer shines, A beacon of hope in these troubled times.