The hollow words of war resound,
Echoes of conflict, a haunting sound.
In rhetoric that masks the pain,
Empty promises that fall like rain.

Words wielded as weapons in the fight,
Masking truths in the shroud of night.
Battles waged with empty speech,
Leaving wounds that run too deep.

In the hollow words of war's cruel game,
Lies and deceptions fuel the flame.
Promises made but seldom kept,
Leaving a trail where hopes are swept.

Echoes of diplomacy gone astray,
In hollow words, truth fades away.
Amidst the chaos of discord's strife,
Hollow words carve the narrative of life.

Yet in the aftermath, where silence falls,
The weight of those hollow words recalls.
For in the wreckage where scars still sore,
The hollow words of war, forevermore.