A vision of life is with me still
Past the holes in war torn hills
An image of hope, that will not die
Despite the tears, in my child's eye
Life persists, among a field of  death
Shallow, bleeding but still with breath
A flower once white, now bathed in red
Still lies standing, among the fallen dead
The skies are smoke, thick and hot
An inferno of battle, shells and rot
The earth is painted, in shades of brown
But where splashes of red, taint the ground
While innocence dies, the flower endures
Perfect petals wilting, to war's overtures
That flower is the peace, for which we die screaming
The very thing being slain, when we fight for its being
The children who we protect, with swords and shields
Are the soldiers who die fighting, upon our battlefields