The barren lands of
That war struck the country
The lost hope of
Those dead memories
A stretch
Thousands of miles
Just dust
Thereby a stone
A flower;
By the hands of a child
Who bled to his demise
Yet, saved the only life
In mere hope;
If someday, just someday
He could again play
Run far far away
In the lush green
Of the country
It once was.