Poetry

Is there any hope?

Have you ever felt
how a never healing wound
would feel like...
In a country faced with war
the affected feel the same...

It's frustrating and dissapointing
Yet, they seek a light of hope
which unfortunately is like
seeking water in a desert.
Then it feels like
the wound never heals.

It started like a smoke
soon this power thirst
flickered into a fire called "War"
This three letter word
carries definitions so many..

Yet, in the eyes of the affected
it's merely a nightmare,
massacre, destruction, bloodshed
a devastating truth
you wish you never had to face.

It's a known truth,
no one wins from a war
but this truth is unseen
by many who are
blinded with terrorism, power hunger
racism and extremism.

Helping hands lended towards peace
but how many of them are genuine?
Even the word 'Peace'
is gaining distorting definitions
each day now

Where is all this heading ?
where are we heading ?
Shouldn't everyone
rather see the "truth"
But when will this happen
Do we have any hope left . . ?

by
Sachitha Indeewari