The lost war

The war is over and is lost
Giving birth to problems vast
Death and despair lure around
With wails being the only sound
Limbs of brave hearts lay scattered
For whom life never even mattered
Blood washes the battlefield
Of those who fell without a shield
The air carries the wives’ grief
Along with the lucky ones’ relief
Some are alive but many are gone
Leaving back the love whose heart is torn
Rejoice, the enemies in their fleet
Leaving horses’ carcasses back in the street
The mothers cry the loudest wail
Who get the bad news via the mail
The sorrows will die down along with time
But will be remembered while reading this rhyme

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In memoriam of the sufferings faced by people post wars.