Chapter 1
The guns fall silent, the flags hang low,
Leaders meet where the cold winds blow.
With firm handshakes, they vow, “No more,”
“Let’s stop,” they say, “the endless war.
But in a village far from might.
An old mother waits through the night.
Her eyes still search the empty lane,
For a son who won’t come home again.
A young wife stares at a photo worn
Her smile a mask for a heart that’s torn.
She clutches dreams they once had shared,
Now lost to war, though leaders cared.
A daughter holds her brother tight.
They pray beneath the candlelight.
"Papa," they whisper to the skies,
While tears fall from their innocent eyes.
The war is done, the papers signed,
Yet peace won’t reach each grieving mind.
For while the world may heal its land,
Some wounds don't fade with time or hand.
