In this land of fair and free, Lived those crossed into three. Men, women, children and more, Who were different, but alike in the core.
Decades pass, still tensions rise. A land cannot contain a people of this size. War tore it once, twice, more times than I can count, Itβs a ridiculous amount!
From fire born in our hearts We can unite through the arts. Instead of teaching our sons how to fire guns, We can teach them how to be sons.
The coldest of winters cannot separate us anymore. I swear this, there wonβt be another war! This is our time, the time for the young to beat the old, Who, our heritage, sold, Whose hearts turned cold.
A poem that's been on my mind for quite some time. It's regarding the Bosnian civil war back in the 90s, and its effects on today's society.