The War Chronicles

Boots hit the ground, dust churns in the wind,

Metal birds screamin', skies darkened and dimmed,

Axis and Allies, the globe caught in flames,

Maps redrawn in blood, history got names.

Factories hum, tanks roll off the line,

Rosie swingin' wrenches, war's assembly shine,

Draft cards folded, prayers whispered faint,

Young men vanish, leave behind fainting saints.

Thunder of the trenches, echoes through the land,

Human cost of glory, written in the sand,

Flags wave high, but the tears fall low,

In the heart of the battle, only chaos grows.

Codebreakers crack the unseen ciphered words,

Rare quiet at night pierced by a chirpin' bird,

From Stalingrad frost to Pacific sun's gleam,

Forgotten faces haunt the soldier's dream.

Hiroshima shadows painted on the walls,

Mushroom clouds rise, a fractured world calls,

Normandy beaches, tide turns with will,

Eagle and bear lock horns for thrill.

Victory tasted bitter, not sweet to the tongue,

Legacy of fallen, from the old to the young,

World scrawled with scars, time won’t erase,

Wars end, but wounds linger in the human race.