Splashes of ink
Scatter amidst the land
Harrowing it may seem,
All in a tremendous disarray.

Thou cannot strain
As substantial as the others,
But thy will strive
For thine destiny.

Thy purity had been lost
Innocence, stolen
Engrossed in war,
Several, forgotten

Innumerable lives had been adrift
In an inexorable execution.
How could this be?
Humanity has not yet been conceived.

Could not they concede,
Their ways were transgress
Thou say to thee,
You are solely mere grime.

Hope is still existing
Freedom will be the next
For thine liberty,
Captivity won't ever transpire.

I thank thee for the fortitude
All who ventured in lethal combat
As thou reminisce the occurrences
In what ye entitle now as "history."