(Author’s note: I haven’t submitted anything for such a long time, as I have been very busy lately, but I managed to find some time to write this poem. I’m not very experienced in writing poems, so any advice you have would be greatly appreciated. I may put up some more poems soon, or maybe a song fiction, so you if you like this poem, be sure to check for them. Oh, and I’m still not sure about the title, so any suggestions for it would be appreciated as well.)

Mourning

On a fateful day not long ago,

When silence hit the streets below,

The children cried and through their tears,

A desperate moan you could then hear.

Their hope was lost, their faith had dried,

On that fateful day, the laughter died.

In the past not long ago,

A thing was lost and would not show,

Missed by all, but not knowing why,

A plea to come back the whole world did cry.

But it did not return and their minds were tried,

On that fateful day, the memories died.

On a sad day not long ago,

Over the destruction, a few birds did crow.

All was lost, none left to gain,

The hope of peace was long since slain.

The crooks of war, we know they lied,

On that fateful day, our future died.

On all these days not long ago,

A cry of pain from every land did grow.

Their joy diminished, their past forgot,

Their future lost, their war ill-fought.

In our own hands, our lives did go,

On that fateful day not long ago.