Autumn skies deliberated to show me what lies outside our world,
Leaves fell to show me the frailty of life,
Children's cries portrayed innocence that lies in us all, still,
Like a picture, I see the brutality of war.
The difference between death and war come as an apocalypse to many,
Wars is a concept of what it, itself ends in; Death,
Come and see the winter of our discontent,
It has fallen like a leaf, upon the lap of injustice.
When the last green come yellow has hit the floor,
The world as we know it, will be nothing more.
Free Verse.