WAR Poem: Ashes in the Wind, by Poetik Menace

The sky is choked with smoke,
black veins crawling across its skin.
The earth trembles beneath boots—
some marching, some running, some lifeless.

A boy grips a rifle too large for his hands.
He was twelve yesterday,
but today, he is a soldier.
Tomorrow, he is uncertain.

Screams twist through the air,
a symphony of steel and suffering.
Blood sinks into the soil—
it does not choose sides.

A man cradles another,
his uniform torn, his body too.
Whispers something soft, something lost
before the last breath leaves open lips.

Somewhere, a mother waits.
Somewhere, a child asks where father has gone.
Somewhere, the world still spins
while here, everything stops.

The war does not care.
It devours.
It burns.
It leaves only ashes in the wind.