Pieces of life (Poetry)

The Cries of Innocents

Hunger for power

Damned many souls

More use of firepower

Will only increase death tolls

Centuries are gone

Still humans haven't learned

Warriors are used like pawns

And the leaders watched the world burned

Cries of children 

Could be heard afar

No one came to save them

As they disappeared like a burning cigar

The only thing left 

Will be the dead

If we don't stop this

This will be our end

War never brought peace

When will we realize that

It only destroys us piece by piece

When will we see that