“Wars like rains wash off young people’s hope” by Eureka C. Bianzon

Population caged by hearts basked with darkness

Innocent youths were afflicted with harm-ness

Few couldn’t streak their voices for they were

Scared to try

Freedom of speech had been prohibited or else

They would die

How would the war stop?

How would innocents gain the freedom?

If their hearts had been stuck

And voices were dig on the ground

How would people gain peace in a nation?

If their hearts are dying and freedom couldn’t be

Attained in their home

Wars like rains wash off young people’s hope

Their aspirations have been pinned to vast unrestful soul