War cry

The room was full of people coiled in emotion,

Each one was shaken by the trauma displayed, bursting their bubbled notion.

It was a reality no one could see,

It opened eyes as we witnessed a silent plea. 

Every photo taken in the war,

Had a different turmoil from near and far. 

There were stories of anger, rage, deception, bravery, suffering and more,

Every chord of our being was hit to the core. 

It wasn't just one war that they faced,

It was the agitation and  misery of several decades that cannot be erased. 

Countries were many, treaties were broken then,

Promises made were simply forgotten. 

It's heartbreaking to know the effect didn't stop with the war,

With harmful chemicals, generations were left with several deep scars.

While disability and mobility was missing for many,

Diseases and suffering  from within left many edgy. 

The brave soldier enters the battle field with pride,

The enemy crossfire and attack often is a dangerous ride. 

In this chaos, the locals lose lives or with injuries get caught,

A shock to the routine of the day, no one had thought. 

Like many countries, we have seen wars too,

Fighting for the country was my father, for me and you. 

His stories would often be a wonderful conversation with my friends,

Who wished that the evening never ends. 

While many countries have seen the bloodshed and tears,

In these wars, the locals' mother's and children are gripped by fears. 

The valour of so many get lost in time,

Only those who face it have a memory that never rings a sweet chime. 

The commitment of a war journalist is yet to be shown,

Unbiased and on the front, they present everything known. 

Dodging bullets or missing the mines they tread,

An unfortunate miss, and the news has a sorrowful read.

As we move along there thrives a generation here,

Who lives in a bubble of their own with much cheer. 

Hardly have they understood the turmoil of the forgotten heroes of our past,

It's imperative to give them this showcase that will last. 

Everyone has a battle of their own they fight,

Nothing is small or big in their right. 

But as we look in our own way,

Never forget the larger country has much to say. 

As we move ahead with our heads held high,

We hope conversations, understanding and unity have a macro cry. 

The globe without disparity and greed, as a whole we see,

With new strategies every country must referee.