The war has ended <br /> But will peace be ever in the world? <br /> My eyes have seen tremendous destruction, <br /> Ruins are in my heart, in millions of hearts. <br /> Burning cities - cities that are dead <br /> Buried in debris - those cities could talk... <br /> They talked the language of horror, <br /> Unknown to the jubilant crowds <br /> Celebrating peace. <br /> Songs of victory cruelly resound in the hearts <br /> That had no more capacity to feel, <br /> Not even to cry. <br /> Loud and strong are the songs of the victorious, <br /> There are no songs for the defeated. <br /> All seems too cruel for those grieving hearts and minds. <br /> Leaders of nations love war, <br /> Total destruction of the enemy, <br /> Humanity thereby ceases to be human. <br /> Again we could be hearing <br /> The terror of bombs <br /> And, after, the songs of victory. <br /> I don't believe in peace anymore.<br /><br />Emmy Nielsen Reyes de Gaspar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-war-3/
