Arms of Discord

In the heart of turmoil, a tree stands tall, Its branches heavy with the weight of steel, Guns and rifles, a chaotic sprawl, A symbol of conflict, a story to reveal. The roots dig deep, a foundation strong, A testament to the power that remains, Despite the chaos, despite the wrong, A beacon of hope, a light that sustains. The guns, they point in every direction, A scattering of metal, a mess of might, Yet, in the center, a figure stands in reflection, A silhouette of peace, a guiding light. In this artwork, we find a tale of strife, A narrative of war, of human plight, And yet, amidst the arms, a message of life, A call to lay down weapons, to take flight.