War, a raging storm that tears apart,
Shattering lives, both mind and heart.
The echo of gunshots, the blast of bombs,
Families are broken, left to mourn.
Once vibrant cities are reduced to dust,
Children grow up without trust,
Fear and sorrow linger in the air,
As innocence is lost amidst despair.
The scars of war run deep within,
The pain and loss, a haunting spin.
Lives disrupted, futures unclear,
The burden of war, a heavy fear.
Yet amidst the rubble, hope survives,
For the human spirit will arise.
Bound by love, resilience, and drive,
Together they will rise, and thrive.
Amidst the chaos, unity grows,
As strangers find strength, their support shows.
They build new dreams, their hope rekindles,
Determination in their eyes as the dark dwindles.
For war may leave its mark so deep,
But the human spirit will always leap.
Their resilience and determination so strong,
Their will to live and love, a lifelong song.
With lessons learned and scars to heal,
Life, in time, will find its zeal.
The memories of war may never fade,
But in their hearts, the light will never be delayed.
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The Cost of Strife
Ananya Rana ’27
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October 15, 2025
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