Hear the war

I can't remember writing this except the last two lines

Hear the war

Hear the voice of the dying,

This is peace denying,

The spilt blood is drying,

Hear the mother and her child crying.

Hear the shouts of protest.

The ones that’ll never rest,

From this brutal conquest.

Hear the dying heart-beat from the chest.

Hear the voice of hatred.

The endless bloodshed,

Spills the blood red.

Hear the voice of the dead.

Author's Note

I can't remember writing this except the last two lines