Echoes Of War Poem by Vinaya Joseph

In the shadows of strife, where blood stains the land,
War raises its banner with a merciless hand.
Yet in the heart of the battle's grim fray,
Lies a truth we must grasp, come what may.

For war, that cruel master, with its thundering might,
Claims victory in darkness, but snuffs out the light.
Its promises of peace are but whispers of deceit,
Leaving scars that time alone cannot defeat.

In the echo of gunfire, where dreams turn to dust,
Lies the folly of conflict, the price of mistrust.
For in every shattered home, every tear-stained face,
Lies a testament to war's relentless embrace.

So let us not be fooled by its seductive call,
For peace is not found within walls that fall.
It blooms in the hearts of those who dare to believe,
That love and compassion can conquer and relieve.

Let us rise above the clamor of swords,
And forge a path where understanding affords,
A world where differences are celebrated, not feared,
And the echoes of war are forever cleared.