The Shackles of War I Poem By Adwaith, 15, Chennai
15-year-old Adwaith from Chennai writes a poem that powerfully captures the grim realities of war and its toll on humanity.
The Shackles of War
The shackles of war held me in place
The carnage and bloodshed I was made to face
Guns were fired, bodies fell
The battlefield was filled with the corpses’ smell
Screams of terror rung in my ears
Roars of violence resonating my fears
Men everywhere fighting for a cause they didn’t know about
Running around and scaling the mounts
Waging wars that never seemed to end
Trying to heal wounds that never seemed to mend
They fought; friends disguised as foes
All to perish ultimately in a blazing inferno
They had families, waiting at home
Unaware of their impending doom
Death cackled, holding his bloody sickle
The men aged wrinkle upon wrinkle
War can break a broken man
Reopening old scars; again, and again
War doesn’t fix; it only destroys
The birds of peace, caged, never again to soar
Tears fell from eyes that had seen much blood
Trudging in the mud, boots lined with studs
They cried, fighting a war unknown
Thinking they were reaping what they had sown
The shackles of war held me in place
The carnage and bloodshed I was made to face
Guns were fired, bodies fell
The battlefield was filled with the corpses’ smell
By Adwaith, 15, Chennai
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2 Responses
Very touching…
Not from the pen, but from the heart…
Keep up the good work Adwait.
Very nice