Deathbed

Dreamers stop dreaming

The brave went into hiding

Numbers slowly decreasing

As laughter turned into desperate pleading

 

Raining bullets from east to west

There was nothing but a tempest

In a blink of an eye

Everything, I fervently pray, all a lie

 

We became prisoners of war

Not just soldiers ready to par

Green land; painted in red

Ah, again, comrades in their deathbed

 

The body, now, fragile and old

Peace, still, is far to behold

Scars of memories yet left untold

Alas! New journey set to unfold.

Author's Note

constructive criticisms are welcome.