In the annals of time, a tale unfolds
Of wars waged and stories untold.
History's voice, a solemn reminder,
Of the harms and wounds that wars engender.
But where are we now, amidst the strife,
Bound in a conflict that scars our life?
No victors emerge from battles fought,
For wars breed victims, their dreams distraught.
In the shadows of anguish and despair,
We find no triumph, no victory fair.
Pain inflicted, pain afflicted,
No laurels of triumph, only hearts constricted.
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Agony-Fueled Art
PoetryA Collection. "Agony-Fueled Art" is a collection that encompasses a diverse compilation of satirical, non-sensical, provocative, audacious, and, at times, serious and reflective works. Within its pages, you will encounter a myriad of thought-provoki...
