War shall take her pound of flesh, a toll,
In the crimson fields where battles roll,
A heavy price paid by both young and old,
In stories of courage and tales untold.

The cost of conflict, a burden profound,
In the deafening silence, on blood-soaked ground,
Families torn asunder, dreams laid to rest,
In the wake of war, humanity's test.

With each conflict, a piece of humanity's heart,
Is lost to the chaos, torn apart,
But even in darkness, a glimmer of hope,
As nations seek peace, find a way to cope.

War may take her pound of flesh, it's true,
But the resolve for peace is ever anew,
For in unity, in love, we may find,
A way to heal, and leave war behind.