Rockets whistle and burst in the dark night;
Fire engulfs the world, scarring nature.
Music is lost due to the noise of fights,
Hidden under screams of human torture.
The golden sun stays behind its curtain;
Darkness reigns in the place of mighty kings.
The oceans will not return, for certain,
And the pure white doves of love cease to sing.
The taste of honey is long forgotten;
Royal perfumes lie shattered and broken,
Replaced by an odor, foul and rotten.
No more is the dazzle of gold spoken.
But content is Earth, gazing at the sky;
The tiny stars glitter. They will not die.