Echoes on Scarred Earth: A War Poem

The dawn breaks grey on fields of mud and wire,
Where rifles **rattle** – cold, relentless sound.
**War poetry** whispers through the choking mire,
Of **soldiers lost** on this contested ground.

A photograph, worn soft in mother’s hand,
A child who waits where silence grows too deep.
**Battlefield echoes** scar the broken land,
While weary nations mourn the ones asleep.

The **trenches hold** the ghosts of yesterday,
**Courage and fear** in every ragged breath.
Did glory’s call demand this bitter pay?
These verses weave a shroud beyond death.

So let these words be more than just lament –
**A cry for peace**, before the next is sent.