Poetry: The War's Cruel Tale

By. Cucuk Espe In fields where poppies once danced, Beneath a sky now stained, Whispers of sorrow, a tragic romance, As war's cruel tale is ingrained. Soldiers, like shadows, march in despair, Their eyes reflecting a haunting glare, In the symphony of gun and drum, A requiem for the battles yet to come.   Upon a canvas of desolation, painted red, The echoes of war, a symphony of dread, Torn landscapes, shattered dreams, Rivers of tears, silent screams. In the ruins of homes, where laughter once soared, Now s…