Arms of Discord
Reflection
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.