Myanmar (The Scars of War)

In the aftermath of battles fought,

Lies a haunting landscape, deeply wrought.

Scars of war etched upon the Burmese,

A testament to the chaos that once spanned.

Where peaceful fields once bloomed with grace,

Now bear the marks of a violent embrace.

Craters and ruins, a somber sight,

Echoing the horrors of Burmese relentless fight.

The scars run deeper than the earth’s skin,

Etched upon Burmese souls, a pain within.

Beneath the surface, unseen by all,

Linger the wounds, both big and small.

In broken homes, shattered dreams,

Silent screams still echo in the seams.

Loss and grief, like shadows cast,

A constant reminder of a turbulent past.