By: Amoureax Amant
In overcrowded camps which were shelter,
there were people in need and strong soldier,
perhaps war smoke sealed sunbeam overhead,
perhaps sodliers blood-stained white angel's bed.
In refugee camps dotted on border,
there were soldiers guarding on their frontier,
perhaps refugees were taken or dead,
perhaps rain of bullets hit soldier's head.
When wings of dove fluttered through battlefield,
soldiers ceased fire and returned home from field,
perhaps soldiers would smile toward sundown,
perhaps soldiers would come back their hometown.
Perhaps refugees came back their homeland,
perhaps children came toward parent's hand.