I saw a dead hand, a severed foot
Painted with the blood of war
They lie abandoned in pieces
In the land of no mercy

There are no faces left
On the grass that fed souls
My rivers have forsaken
Reflections of eternal love

The silence of the next day
Is louder than a million’s screams
When all that was a pledge of life
Has turned to putrid flesh and horror

And there was nothing left behind
The life of humans, vulnerable beings
A land deserted by all smiles and kisses
A land that has no time upon itself

The end of war had nothing to it
No wins, no loses, only death
The only things to survive the murder
Were only these words written on a piece of skin…