Bombs write the sky in fire and flame, While children hide, too young for blame. Cities crumble, hearts turn cold, Dreams of tomorrow bought and sold. The earth is weary of endless war, Of borders painted in blood once more. Mothers weep for sons not returned, Homes reduced to ashes burned. Is peace a story too fragile to keep? Why must the innocent pay so deep? One world, one sky, yet we divide, When love could stand where hate resides. Listen, leaders, hear our plea, No war, no blood, let all be free.