Steel birds carving death across the night,
a terrifying, beautiful sight.
Iron flowers bloom in poisoned air,
a loud testament to cold despair.
A phone-lit trench, a fatal aim,
just pixels dying in a children's game.
A distant whine, a shadow in the sun,
metal hunters --- nowhere to run.
A screen-blurred face, statistic in the night,
stolen childhood banished from the light.
Shattered homes reflected in hollow gaze,
echoes of long-forgotten days.
Fields of ghosts where laughter used to bloom,
mothers’ mourning, sealed within a tomb.
Bright minds build prisons across the world,
burned-down flags, desperately unfurled.
While hearts crave solace, hands stoke fire ---
empty sounds of a lost desire.
For every code designed to ****,
futures erased by cold human will.
For every weapon, a bridge undone ---
a future of love, forever lost, not won.
