In shadows deep where silence died, The storm of war began to ride. Steel birds howled through shattered skies, As freedom wept and truth told lies. A world once bright was drenched in gray, With dreams and cities swept away. Men marched not home but into flame, Each name a ghost, each ghost a name. The tanks rolled on through mud and fear, The cries of mothers sharp and clear. Oceans churned with fire and fate, While tyrants carved the map with hate. Yet through the dark, a flicker burned— A vow that hope would be returned. In ruined streets, resistance grew, In silent hearts, the courage flew. The beaches bled, the skies were torn, But morning came—rebirth was sworn. Flags were raised on broken stone, A new world shaped from ash and bone. Let not the past be locked away— Its echoes shape the peace today. For every scar and soul we mourn, We plant the seeds of peace reborn.