I had made this poem for my English speaking activity...

We fight to give flight, To the birds that cannot soar.

The abject victims, the false credence,
War cannot cure.

Each drop of blood spilled,
Is precious and is a waste.
We live under the same sun
Under the same sun we are killed.

By those who swear to protect the lives of our own,
By them innocence is killed,
And the seeds of hate are sown.

We assume the other as an enemy to be defeated,
This dogmatic paradox
By us has been created.

We possess the skill to make a sculpture from stone,
Yes , we are living
But what is life alone?

The day our purpose changes, the day the fights finish,
The ashes will spark,
Rekindling life in the diminished.